108 days,
as the moon waxed and waned,
we sat
together.
Before dawn.. at dawn.. in the mid afternoon and with the setting sun.
We sat
together.
The birds. The skies. The changing light.
Nudged by chaos, fur and birds at home in that chimney.
Black soot. Darkness.
Time dissolving.
Resolving.
There is always a dawning.
Long may we continue,
together
109,
110,
111
()
Karen
3 replies on “Sangha”
Lovely exploration – I can just imagine it. You are a great parent Karen and its sweet to see such a lovely mnother and daughter relationship unfolding.
Thank you Barb for your witnessing of this wild and glorious ride called parenting () We will all share tea and oreas one day.
Hi Karen – a beautiful and evocative poem, thank you! () Lizzie