colours of le carnivale ~

{sometimes in the dreaming we discover}

i caught a thought & held it for an afternoon,

then let it float up, up out the window

on paisley ribbons & soar

higher than it had ever been.

i had hoped to follow it, but

soon found it lying on a patch

of wild strawberries,

fragrant with traces of heaven

& rain.

{how dreamful!}

of this i need:

a colour palette brimming with the vivacious, today.

afternoon treasures,

of sketching

& foraging

& lingering

& sweetness

this afternoon we had a little outing, of babies feeding babies, of dolls that smell so sweet, of little red berries on trees, & soft winds blowing gentle thoughts upon them, of reclining on the lawn with a book & an adequate  pencil, of smiles & shining & sunshine {& missing  you O!!!}

~ afternoon speculation.. .

{under a canopy of sunshine & leaves}

as we sat upon the mossy hours of these captivating moments

{an expanse of afternoon, before the evening came}

the trees shone sparkles

all around us

that floated

like glitterbugs chasing laughter

today is another palest shell pink day,

because i am astonished anew everytime i catch a glimpse of this little pot of posies on the kitchen bench, & my heart leaps a little, & remembers beauty{that it is, that it can be, if sought & through helping one another}

hearts & hugs
{& the Royal Law [how i love that its royal!!!]
"If ye fulfil the royal law acording to the scripture, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself, ye do well!" James 2:8}

dew from the sky{that lands on my heart.. .}

 

 

 

 

the beauty of nature never ceases to amaze me.. .

yesterday there were puddles of sunshine resting on the clouds,

& this morning is a crimson starlight glow, {the pink sun is rising & the last lingering star twinkles still on the horizon, wrapping my heart in a rainbow}

 

 

wishing gentle breezes for you today!!!

{dainty surroundings}

 

sometimes i can't think in grammar & prose,

sometimes the lexicon of beauty is all thats available to me

:)

lovely thoughts pretties

a tiny photoshoot.. .{& the river's soft song}

 

today we went to the river.

in the gentle glow of the sun

& the warmth of the rivers warble,

we dreamed of days of loveliness & hoped for autumn rain

splendid you.

& smiles

{& a poem, from here}





Mother

by Julia Campbell

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If I could pull from you

the child you were,

I would rock her gently in my arms,

and hold her hand

until it stops shaking.

I would sing soporific lullabies,

leave the light on

all night,

and whisper, “I love you,”

before I close the door.

She would not sleep

in a dark corner that reeks of booze

and sweat, or wince

at every sound.

I would send her to school

in a brand-new dress

and shiny Mary-Janes,

so her classmates wouldn’t snicker

or exclude her from their games

of hopscotch and tag.

She wouldn’t have to wear

long-sleeved sweaters, in the summer,

to hide the bruises from home.

I would make sure

she was happy and knew love;

then I would lay her in your arms,

Mother,

and we would watch her sleep

peacefully.