
11 Hilary C., Picture taken 2009, M&M Art-E2D Studios, Paradise Valley, AZ 9-10-10
It seems altogether like stealing, but here is my homage to my seriously sweet friend pictured here. She is inspirational, loving and extremely intelligent and her passion for poetry had me following her blog, "This Same Flower". Here is a snippet of one of her days...
I've been rooting around for some time now looking for something to put here, something to justify my claims. So here is one, one that I love.
Morning
by Billy Collins
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best-throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso-
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins-
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows-
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.
I heart her words which are shear love letters to my soul. Goodnight friends...