as you wake this golden morning
and slowly get out of bed
squinting at the light
that streams from your window
and stretch
and yawn
as you breathe in the ocean air
filling yourself
with the wonder
and the glory
and the beauty
of the world
reveling in the simple joy
of being alive
remember this
and hold it to your heart
that you may never forget
because i think of you
and i wonder how you are
and i wish you were with me
so that you could feel
what i feel
and know what i know
so that you
almost awakened
with sunshine filling your eyes
could see what i see
and experience some small portion
of my world
because it’s 30 fecking degrees
where i am
and the damn wind
is blowing so hard
there’s snow stuck to the windows
on all four sides of the house
and you’d seriously be most welcome
to shovel the snow out of our driveway
for the thirtieth time this year
(cross-posted to perpetual dawnne)
Profile: i write things. sometimes not too poorly, even. i photograph things. i don't capture them, but i render how the appeared to me, or perhaps how i might have seen them if i'd been looking in a different way. i don't believe in finalities, and new beginnings are old hat with me. i am not what i appear to be, or even what i think i am. i am, in a nutshell, a nut. eat me, or feed me to an elephant.
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Naius Nation
My condolences. I too have shoveled snow all winter. It is a thankless without end nor reason.
Mar 31st, 2008
Tengrain
I picked the first rose of spring today, it is a yellow beauty called “SunSprite” - it has a nice scent, too.
Greetings from California,
Tengrain
Mar 31st, 2008
commander other
bite me, sun-boy.
with my adoring love,
~commander “iceprick” other
Mar 31st, 2008
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