Words and flames
I noticed a leaf had fallen into my tea, but as I poised my thumb, I decided that it was probably cleaner drinking tea with a leaf in it than a tea branded by my grubby thumb.
Birds squawked somewhere close. Not close enough to see. Even now, from my window, I hear but do not see them.
The image of curry curls comes back to me and I imagine how best to fit them into the tapestry of sentence. Her tawny curry curls simmered in the sunlight.
I am comfortable in my nook, decidedly happier with my newfound resolution. I need to read more, and I have been, and I am glad.
--The word is a flame burning in a dark glass.
-Sheila Watson
Birds squawked somewhere close. Not close enough to see. Even now, from my window, I hear but do not see them.
The image of curry curls comes back to me and I imagine how best to fit them into the tapestry of sentence. Her tawny curry curls simmered in the sunlight.
I am comfortable in my nook, decidedly happier with my newfound resolution. I need to read more, and I have been, and I am glad.
--The word is a flame burning in a dark glass.
-Sheila Watson