ah, love. singing.
weaving through peace lilies
a single swan's head
craning, not yet in bloom
I'm pruning and
you
roll your hands over
keys
soft and sad
the TV mummers
low, dancing along with
laughs emanating from
soft cotton yarn, balled
up and around our raven fawn
warm slats of sun
wander in from the window
and the music
and the shears
and the mummers
and giggling peels
create the song
love intends to hear.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
ah, love. singing.
weaving through peace lilies
a single swan's head
craning, not yet in bloom
I'm pruning and
you
roll your hands over
keys
soft and sad
the TV mummers
low, dancing along with
laughs emanating from
soft cotton yarn, balled
up and around our raven fawn
warm slats of sun
wander in from the window
and the music
and the shears
and the mummers
and giggling peels
create the song
love intends to hear.
a nice afternoon with my husband and daughter.
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