When I am little
My father used to say
And even now
Saving money is equal
To saving water these
Days
How much water you use
That much money
You will spent
Those words are still in my
Mind
There are people who are thirsty
Out there
No irrigation
For agriculture
No pure water
For drinking
It's more important
To save water and
Save ourselves
Beware

Not even tea
can quell a
fiery heart.

And we never realized
what we truly had.

the wind sings a song
of howling sadness today
catching at the corners of
the old teak farmhouse

as the sky cries in long
exclamation points
and puddles of loss
form on the ground...

we stay inside away
from the worlds pain
cocooned in warmth


the blucat a sleeping
hearth stone...
me making soup a
nd scones
to the sounds of my clan
the click of knitting needles and building blocks followed by demolition...and laughter

this is love.
this is easy,
everyday love.
under a grey and
brooding winter sky.

Roses are grey.
Violets are grey.
I'm a dog.