the quiet day
whose minutes tiptoe around my mind
I can play with words
lose those minutes and then hours
frittering them on notes that dance like galaxies in my head as I play
walking them away in the coolness of the evening
reading them away in stories and poetry
thinking about nothing and everything long and hard
I love the quiet day
*a pic taken by my daughter on the Oregon coast*
Lovely. I love quiet days
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thank you:)
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A beautifully, serene penning… exquisite.
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Thank you for your kind words, much appreciated:)
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A very sincere pleasure.
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Yeah, quiet and writing. Match made in heaven. 🙂I like this
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Thank you! it’s the perfect combination:)
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You’re welcome
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