this evening I feel hemmed in, pressed upon and hurried, distractions knitting and unraveling. Somedays the day just evaporates: before you know evening's come and it's time to wrap it up. alls left but to wonder: how'd I do? did I accomplish what was meant to be done? declutter the closet revise my will replace the sofa call dad grow grass tend the dog's emotional needs wash things eat better write? It's almost over, but the day lengthens thank god for spring's double agency, her wind still welcoming winter's whispers. it's not done yet there's still twilight to inhale dusk to drink in, and (after a bit of rest) the deep dark night to lay back upon and explore.
This is so beautifully constructed. I loved reading it. It carried me along from beginning to end, a lovely ride.
Love this one!!