24 January 2013

Small Stones- Day Twenty Four


Out that old glass and wood door late last night,
I looked up at the sky.
I wish you could have seen the stars
twinkling through pin and water oak limbs.
I wish you could have seen the moonlight,
all gloss and glow, reflecting on the waxen surface
of magnolia leaves.
I wish you could have heard the windchimes.


I slept the sleep of the peaceful,
and met my smile in the mirror this morning.

I hope you did, too.

xx
jj

4 comments:

  1. the blessed thing about allowing myself to feel anger and sorrow is that there is peace at the outcome.

    after months....MONTHS....of quandary, i am OK today. i shall look for my own smile in the morning.

    xx

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    1. I hope you found it, love. Thinking of you. <3

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  2. A poet's soul! Thank you for sharing!

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