water

This week the days rolled on through their cycle of small events. I'm ready for the reprieve of the weekend. We hope to soak in the soaking pool again, and so I'll leave you with a love poem about water. Stay warm and enjoy the whisper of the fallen leaves drifting in the wind.  I'll be reading your poetry.

The certainty of water
is that it slips through the fingers

so

let us hold each other loosely
as we drink.

Miriam Wei Wei Lo
"Three Love Poems: Water"

Image by Wai Lin Tse via Feaverish Photography