Chores in here
I pause to breathe
Inhale the beauty outside my window
And smile
Grateful for the clothes
Ready for the line
I don't care if it is only forty degrees,
My clothes are getting hung up
So they can bring this day
This lovely day
To my skin to wear
Tomorrow

And I can look to the clouds
Send smiles and prayer on the wind
As I hang my clothes
In merry ritual
Happy to be out
Grateful just to be



Comments: 21
enjoy, dear! And PA, it is survival makes me find peace.
wonder, does it apply to plumbing
can't stop to figure, worried about Cathy
you guys are so very cool. John, "line dancing" He he... nice.
Send smiles and prayer on the wind". Beautiful!
The lines are simple, yet rich. Very, very nice, Cathy.
It reminds me of all the Mondays we would hang the wet clothes out on the line when I was a nun. I remember looking up into that blue, blue sky through the needles of the towering white pine above me and rejoice in so much beauty. Even the ice-cube pain that would shoot through my hands and into my elbows in below freezing weather failed to inhibit that sense of soaring well being.
Beautifully put Cathy.
I wish Meryl could hang her clothes out without soot. Not hardly right, you know?