Desire to sit on a dock
reaching out into still water
with long lawns of green grass
stretching behind
and deep woods on the other side.
It's a sunny day
clear, a touch crisp
I can wrap up in wool
and dream
(Written at work, in the church office,
with afternoon sun
pouring through the window
on my back and the
side of my face.
My art for Monday in the
first week of Advent 2006.
Lois Keen)
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