Small Comforts


Small Comforts


the embrace that begins
and ends our day

Always rising at the same time. The cup of coffee you bring me before you leave for work. The favourite shirt you keep for Wednesday (the mid-week ‘morale booster’).The expressions known only to us, spoken like charms. This, the comfort of rituals, the invisible cord that binds our loose-leaf days. If there is a god of small things, I imagine this is how he is appeased. They will surely come, those other days, the ones that knock us sideways. But let’s not think of them now.

the book falls open
at your favourite poem…

Blackbird song ripples the twilight. A snowdrop pushes through frozen ground. In two shakes of a lamb’s tail it’s spring in the catkinned lanes, then summer is rusting on the vine. White rabbits! Pinch, punch, the first of the month! Over and again, until the leaves are gold and the stoat is in its ermine. Because they will come, those other days, days of pestilence and war, hurricane and tsunami. But let’s not think of them now.

and still
the certainty of sunrise…
winter aconite


A Hundred Gourds 1:4, September 2012


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. David John Terelinck
    Nov 19, 2012 @ 20:11:59

    Simply stunning . . . evocative because it is true . . . but so poetically captured. Really beautiful, Claire 🙂


  2. Margaret Dornaus
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 06:06:20

    So very beautiful, Claire . . . and so true.


    • Claire
      Nov 20, 2012 @ 20:08:18

      Thank you, Margaret. i’m glad this one resonated with you. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
      Claire x


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