the quiet corner

Sunday, March 12, 2006

the quiet corner Current mood: grateful Step out the door- chatter, cooking noises, and cousins' laughter fade to a muted din, replaced by the rising tide of frogsong. Small warm body snuggled in my neck, we walk to the quiet corner. Dusky, cooling night breeze stirs the tiniest hint of spring perfume. There, dear- do you see the moon? Isn't she lovely. . . and there my love, do you see the trees sway? Can you hear the frogs calling? Settle on the bench, nurse to your heart's content. Watching the last light fade, there's a bat diving, darting by the lake. Ripples stir, daffodils nod, leaves whisper "Hush mama, hush- pay attention to this time, to this feeling, for it is precious beyond all comprehension. Do not lose it to trivialities." My baby sings to me.