An old woolly blanket
Bird houses in the trees
Tiny saucers and cups
Washing drying in the breeze.
A broken old fiddle
A map on the wall
The sky reflected in puddles
The embrace of a shawl.
The way a song makes you feel
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Leaves silently falling
A rounded full moon.
The hands of a baby
The stars in the night sky
Odd socks in the laundry
And the fluttering wings of blue butterfly.
