'Bright mornings.
Days when I want so much I want nothing.
Just this life, and no more. Still,
I hope no one comes along.
But if someone does, I hope it’s her.
The one with the little diamond stars
at the toes of her shoes.'
I sure do love the other poets and not only Raymond Carver, but just there is some captivating beauty in the raw, simple and common life he was writing about.
It seems so appropriate for this morning.
The picture is of my blooming hydrangea.
Days when I want so much I want nothing.
Just this life, and no more. Still,
I hope no one comes along.
But if someone does, I hope it’s her.
The one with the little diamond stars
at the toes of her shoes.'
I sure do love the other poets and not only Raymond Carver, but just there is some captivating beauty in the raw, simple and common life he was writing about.
It seems so appropriate for this morning.
The picture is of my blooming hydrangea.