Sunday, January 30, 2011

By The Window


Outside
the clouds are flat
and grey
it looks as if it might
begin to snow
Not soft snow
as fluffy as a rabbit's tail
but hard flakes
driven down in sheets
whistling at the windowpanes
bathing everything in ice.

I sit by the window
wrapped in a fuzzy blanket
notebook on my knees
mug of raspberry tea
clutched in my hand
buttered toast
crunchy on my tongue
warm
safe
sheltered...
home.

11 comments:

  1. Abigail, a nice description of home.
    Now I want raspberry tea!
    Pamela

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  2. Oh nice - makes me wish I was there too!

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  3. You have some lovely contrasts here Abigail..the 'fluffy snow' and 'crunchy toast' but home is always a comforting blanket..a very soothing and contented piece..Jae

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  4. That's the best place to be....like a cocoon...it's a place to gather energy....a place from which to eventually emerge all the better and more beautiful than before.

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  5. wow, magical imagery.
    love your words.
    Thanks for sharing...

    A++

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  6. nice!

    what about:

    outside
    the clouds are flat
    grey

    (without the and)

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  8. It's clear and pretty this. Take a look at this;
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Girl_at_Sewing_Machine_by_Edward_Hopper.jpg

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  9. So atmospheric! I could feel the cold outside, even in sunny SA! Well done :)

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