Day 257

Silver and gold.

She ran 2 km quite fast before school, although she can't remember the time now.  The sky was sunny with some pretty clouds and the meadow was warm and inviting.

But she had to go to school, where the children made beautiful drawings and paintings, and some were noisy and some were quiet and some were quite lovely and others were difficult, as always.

In the bedroom

The curve of the blue-green wave

He finds in her eyes,

She observes in his body

The contours of the land.

Light finds crows’ feet

Have tracked across their faces

And gravity expresses an interest

In their skin.

The shadows of time

Make haste across the ceiling.

But their  bodies still sing

And thrill to one another.

Outside, swallows swirl

All around the high cables

They move as one, all a-glitter

Deciding  the day of departure.

Inside, now they pull the covers up

Familiar, their bodies settle together

Their  limbs entwined in sleep

Dreaming of the deep snow coming