Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Something I wrote a few Idaho summers ago that holds true today:
by Alice Bass
the smell of coffee
the sizzle of sausages
late morning sleep.
the kiss of a lover
the embrace of a friend
the knowing glance of the husband.
the laugh of my child
a conversation with my son
the fishing boat at dawn with my father.
steam rising from cups in the morning
a full bodied red in the evening
from the deck of my ancestral home.