tiny miracles...

look out

they are out there

and ever so gladly

they will trip you up

stopping you

in your tracks

as you attempt

to go about your agenda

the little ones

are the most powerful

the sidwways glance

of winter sunshine

the pool

of honeyed light

settling

here and there

you swoon

and

begin again the dreaming

marzipan,

coated in dark chocolate,

baklava,

drippping in honey

smokey teas

with kites of steam

swirling

from ceramic cups...

 

xox - eb.