Soft lamplight is enough,
..in the kitchen in the early morning.
I gathered some jasmine for the island.
So, I can smell it as I write.
Tiny white flowers ever so delicate.
You might miss them if it wasn’t for their scent.
A hint of light is beginning to show in the windows.
I suppose the stars have gone to sleep here
..and are still awake elsewhere,
as though stars sleep.
I read a passage in a book this morning.
It said to live in your hands
and I wonder over some of the ways one does just that.
There is a glass panel in the top of the front door.
I can see it from here
at this island in the kitchen,
my makeshift desk.
My makeshift everything really.
When the sun peeks,
It makes the tiniest rainbow, right there
where the light touches the cut edges of the glass.
Everything around it is still darkness,
..except for the way it sparkles just there…
ellie894 May 3, 2020
I don’t have a good photo of the light coming through the glass but this one in the woods makes me feel very much the same. May your day be full with blessings, suzanne ❤️