Simple Pleasures: One Deep Breath
Hot apple cider
Sweet, spicy memories
Auntie's ginger crisps
Wool pulls through my hands,
Familiar texture, rhythm
Joyful creation
Hot day shade, rest
Watching guppies in the crick
Stomp, stomp, crunching leaves.
We are dinosaurs today
Or maybe giants...
Watching bats fly stunts
As evening gathers round
Stars twinkle hello.
Hot soup, with noodles
And toast, all broken up
Just the right way.
Warm springs bath
Muscles stretch, become water
Don't want to get out
Skirts kilted up
Barefoot in the bubbling crick
Sand between my toes
Sweet, spicy memories
Auntie's ginger crisps
Wool pulls through my hands,
Familiar texture, rhythm
Joyful creation
Hot day shade, rest
Watching guppies in the crick
Stomp, stomp, crunching leaves.
We are dinosaurs today
Or maybe giants...
Watching bats fly stunts
As evening gathers round
Stars twinkle hello.
Hot soup, with noodles
And toast, all broken up
Just the right way.
Warm springs bath
Muscles stretch, become water
Don't want to get out
Skirts kilted up
Barefoot in the bubbling crick
Sand between my toes
Labels: One Deep Breath, poetry, simple pleasures
posted by Plain Foolish | 6:31 AM
5 Comments:
Lovely series. My favorite:
Hot soup, with noodles
And toast, all broken up
Just the right way.
Scrumptious, every one of them! I love the last one...
The last one is actually about the warm spring run in West Virginia that I love to visit. How many state parks have spas on them? Not a fancy one, mind, just a chance to take a warm spring water bath for a fee, or go wading in the natural springs for free. In winter, I go inside, but in summer, I hike up my skirts and go wading in the run, talking with the other folks doing the same thing.
And yes, when I'm sick, I want my soup to have toast pieces in it - not too big, not too small, just right.
Oh, and thank you both. *blush*
this is like a visit home!
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