"Then seek your job with thankfulness
and work till further orders,
If it's only netting strawberries
or killing slugs on borders;
and when your back stops aching
and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner
in the Glory of the Garden."
November 27, 2011
I sleep well in winter. Better to comfort one's self with warmth from the hearth, crackling, snapping, blazing
than take haste to not hope.
The swans linger till the pale grass is beset by frost and wind. Who has seen their lonely flight?
One breath is a hard, cold fact. I stay awake, alert.