There are moments to be alone with.
They knock on your door in the early morning
and keep you company while you drink your first coffee,
in warm sunshine,
or walk with you across a deserted beach
while the sea is silver.
They show you the beauty of the dead bird’s feathers.
Those moments are friends that come and go.
Invite them more often. Make them feel welcome.
ps 13-6-2012 I shall be gone for a bit, I am very happy to go to England again, climbing Flamborough Head, checking out a poetry festival, attending some readings in Bridlington and Leeds and the book launch (2 times) of David Agnew’s new poetry collection, “There are no such thing as seagulls” with beautiful poems inspired by Whitby. Looking forward to it all :) and I hope to be back online in about a week or so.