Surrender

White feather pennant

snagged in the green-grass breeze, I

quiver at your touch

In the corner of my subconscious

hi - the other night when you were talking with Dad, his side of the conversation went along the lines of:  'well you need some sticky paper tape; I don't know if it exists anymore...'

At the time something moved at the edge of my subconscious and has been lapping there until today - brown paper tape with a label with a butterfly; I knew I had seen some somewhere, but without noticing... out of the corner of my eye, if you know what I mean...

Today I delved into my 'stash' of fabrics under the bed for some muslin for 'cheese' (I had given the other piece away) and a reel of 'butterfly'-brand brown gummed tape smiled at me from the side of a clear plastic box of art supplies... shall I put it in the post? And what DID you want it for?

XX

Bounty

Jet-black jewels spill
from the dew-damp morning hedgerows -
'Earth's crammed with Heaven'

haiku

Blue hydranga sky
contentious storm clouds threaten
spoil our laughing day

Walking With Jess

Honey August rains
blessings on the universe -
slaked our thirsty souls