WORDS: a poem

Early morning, just after first light, is the most delightful time of day. This morning it is -22C, and yet the maple tree growing just outside my window, that stands tall in the sun, dares tips of budding red. Its branches reach towards the light knowingly. Spring will come.

I am feeling rather fine this morning. The bills are paid, all the little ones and all the big ones too; for now. I am happy, for now. Thoughts can wander elsewhere in this haven of enough for now.

Playing around with rhythms and words; a poem emerged. Inspiration came from a spotlight article on etsy that was posted by a musician, an acquaintance on Facebook.

The clock says it is just past nine a.m. and it has already been a busy morning; I haven’t moved from my chair since breakfast.

WORDS by Maggie Turner, 2011

time
detail
discipline
devise

heart
insight
clarity
combine

ignite
entertain
delight
art

Worldly Distractions

Weather

-22 °C
Condition: Clear
Pressure: 103.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -22.0°C
Dewpoint: -24.0°C
Humidity: 84 %
Wind: calm

Quote

“We have to fight them daily, like fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.”
Etty Hillesum
1914 – 1943
 

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