all of my senses have been warmed up in this foggy morn
heated through by the words, crafted finely by others more savvy at it than i…
i have been visually stimulated by digital magic: a photo-stream, a poem, read out-loud by a eastern-sea board father for his daughter
voice, two faces, a child’s wisdom, words, tenderness, adoration
a simple story to tell of a toddler’s “amazing story” to her daddy
outside, a dense fog lies, covering the fall plant-life in the untended garden
yet, here, i am warmed senses, alive
ears, eyes
the touch of fingertips on the keyboard that brought me this digital gift
a moment of distraction from the chill of a quiet fog
a moment, away from the thoughts of those i care
and have cared about
distraction from recent death a moment away from those i cherish who are suffering, sick and one, slow-dancing around the final edges of life
yet here, i have been warmed
given a chilly morning’s gift of
this moment’s peace
a breath of art’s beauty like a soft whisper
has warmed me to the bone
Just wonderful to see you writing again—–brings warmth here.
that was really good and feeling full..I even detected . perhaps wrongly…of some shift that is taking place inside you….I am glad you wrote this one and I like the title CRAFTING… ‘a moments peace’
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