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morning poem

quiet house
surrounded by the comfort of silence
drifting into awake
and then sleep
its snowing outside
i hear Ayla moan and stretch
the wood stove crackles
the house creaks in the wind
its snowing outside
i lay in bed
my mind a conversation of little voices
loud little voices
i twirl my hair to quiet them
they ignore such tactics
i start writing
they shut up

with every word i feel the quiet coming
i feel the peace
i feel the patience
the understanding
the strength
the resolve

this day has begun
it is full of opportunity

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About mudly

Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on permies.com while dreaming up and planning her next garden.

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This entry was posted on January 8, 2011 by in Everything All in One Place and tagged , , .

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