Somewhere a bird sings
And I’ve found a small cup of quiet
Going to drink it
Slow wake up call to my soul
Pages written and now it’s not
Affectation knowing it will walk a
Path into the world
Lover asleep
Walk the dog
Things to do
Used to resent it
But I’m working on
Contemplating how
There’s pleasure in the smallest things
The thought, a biscuit,
Goes well with the quiet
Enjoy them both
Before the day begins,
If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.
Ebook:
Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR
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