Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Wonder

I watch her pause along the trail, collecting little bits of textured colour. Standing whisper still, she wears the quiet of soft afternoon with inspired ease. A warm familiarity washes over me. How often I've seen my mother silently dance with her magical muse. I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Wandering Willow said...

I just linked to your blog! It's about time,huh.

12:10  
Blogger Gemma Grace said...

My heart feels the 'link', Willow :)

15:48  

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