Thursday, September 23, 2010

When I Think of Barbara Swafford

When I Think of Barbara Swafford

I hear the clinking of teaspoons,
smell dutch apple pie baking,
see lupines blazing on an ocean hill.

I think of a caring hand
on a feverish forehead,
chicken soup on a tray.

But mostly I think of pine shavings
floating into drifts at the feet of happy angels
whittling wondrously whimsied wood
into the wisest of wishes.

Jannie Funster

Posted over on her giggle Jannie Funster: Mayor of Funsterville

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