i have a daughter named Thankful Sage..i love the smell of dirt, beeswax and burning leaves..i left my heart in the woods and i am always looking at the night sky..i love steel cut oatmeal and covered bridges, the taste of sweet dreams tea and crushing dried locust shells..i can no longer do cartwheels, i am learning to knit, i love cutting grass and pulling weeds, and i have my grandmothers loom almost set up.. i cant wait to teach my girl about herbs, i have a antique, soap and botanical shop..i am a soapmaker and an herb grower and a beekeeper..i make a mean latte..i love daisies, lambs ear and buttercups... i love being a mother..my favorite color is french gray and the best word is 'wonderful'...
those who love the most, do not talk of thier love, francesca,guinevere, deirdre,iseult,heloise, in the fragrent gardens of heaven are silent,or speak if at all of fragile inconsequent things.
and a woman i used to know who loved one man from her youth, against the strengh of the fates fighting in somber pride never spoke of this thing, but hearing his name buy chance, a light would pass over her face
those who love the most,
ReplyDeletedo not talk of thier love,
francesca,guinevere,
deirdre,iseult,heloise,
in the fragrent gardens of heaven
are silent,or speak if at all
of fragile inconsequent things.
and a woman i used to know
who loved one man from her youth,
against the strengh of the fates
fighting in somber pride
never spoke of this thing,
but hearing his name buy chance,
a light would pass over her face