So Much
 
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much? (Frances Cornford)
 
Peel back your glove, touch green, touch grain,
Touch this good earth and then let go,
Touch wing, touch web, touch root and rain,
Peel back your glove, touch green, touch grain,
Touch bud, touch curl of leaf, touch vein,
Touch flint, touch fern, touch flake of snow,
Peel back your glove, touch green, touch grain.
Our life is touching; letting go.

 
Yesterday
 
Yesterday was miserable.
It moaned and groaned all day.
I said I didn’t like it.
Now it’s gone away.

Annie Fisher

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