August 1,2011 Small Stones
rippling into a nap by Teri H Hoover
My brain sparkles with ripples
as sunlight hits my closed eyelids.
Sofa pillows embrace-
I am sunlight.
Last weeks wedding still had me a bit not here - but there. Tired I lay on the sofa with my dog and sunlight wafts through maple trees and translucent curtains to find me.
And as I type this I see why I wrote my next stone...You see I am behind in posting yesterdays writing. Life does have a way of keeping me off balance in a lovely way.