The room with the birdsong flowing
through open windows
across the wind,
chattering, noisy sentinels of tall trees,
the room with the light dripping–
sneaking–
(soft as this morning’s quilt)
lightening the walls
illuminating the bright air,
the room with silence
save for the tapping of keys–
all this, a noisy quiet
full of a world
of boundless words.
Come.
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Published by Jody Lee Collins
Now that I'm retired from 25 years of elementary teaching, I am able to spend time in my happy place--at my desk where I read and write as often as I can.
When I'm not at my desk, you can find me in my other happy place--the garden, watering, weeding and worshipping. My husband and I live near Seattle and close enough to my two grown children and grandchildren that I'm able to hug them often. That is my greatest joy.
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ahhh…what ambience. Love the feel of this whole piece, Jody.