Friday, November 16, 2012

Rain and Yoga

Rain and yoga with my mom today reminded me of two short poems I wrote this time last year:

Yarrow, poppy, 
and sweet alyssum seeds
fall white like pearls 
on the black earth.
It's getting dark, 
but I'm planting
wildflowers before the rain.

Before shavasana, Sally said,
Think of someone you hold dear,
someone you love,
and let a smile start
from the inside out.
I smiled with my whole body,
thinking of you.

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