sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
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bricolage project day 14 [shiver]
Today’s word, shiver, comes from the book chasers of the light by Tyler Knott Greggson. It’s a lovely book of poetry that my daughter got me. Filled with the tender ache of love and other bits and pieces of a life well-lived, I adore it and open it for inspiration often. Reading the description online…