a crackling fire
faint tick tock
begin to tire
surf and sip
and pages skim
and sunlit limb
let go of day
slow and soothe
make room for you
heal my wounds
renew my mind
quiet wooing world
Man goes forth to his work and to his labor
until evening. – Psalms 104:23
image: Fire in the Evening, by Paul Klee
I am without words . . . .such beauty.
Em-what a gift you have…your words draw one in beautifully.
Gorgeous – each word, just right. And the picture? perfection.
so enjoy your writing Emily. Beautiful!
I have that same warm, still feeling I had reading Goodnight Moon to my kids. Superb. So love this Em.