Kassi,"bobbing feral in the breeze" stopped me completely, one wild word in the middle of all that tenderness and it opens the whole poem up. And then the turn to manna, breaking bread, dipping in oil, you've made the act of noticing beauty into something sacred and sustaining. This is communion in the truest sense, what a gift this is. Amazing 🕊️❤️✨️
Love this. “Flickering over floorboards” caught me, both the rhythm and the feeling! ✨
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Kassi,"bobbing feral in the breeze" stopped me completely, one wild word in the middle of all that tenderness and it opens the whole poem up. And then the turn to manna, breaking bread, dipping in oil, you've made the act of noticing beauty into something sacred and sustaining. This is communion in the truest sense, what a gift this is. Amazing 🕊️❤️✨️
Thank you Saira for reading and reflecting with me! 🙏🏻☀️
My pleasure! Always. Your words are worth sitting with. ☀️🕊️
Beautiful uplifting poem, Kassi💕
Thank you 🙏🏻
Beautiful poem, Kassi! I think this is one of my favorites by you ✨
Thank you Maya! 🙏🏻
Gorgeous Kassi 💛
Thank you Holly
I can feel the sacred beauty and reverence for the golden hour of the morning and the softness of living in the beauty of nature. 💚