Do you know that feeling waking up in a room with an open window above a garden,
with the sound of rain tapping on the glass,
and the warm mushroom smell that emanates from the earth like a flower turning to the sun?
Do you know that hush before the day draws breath,
when the trees whisper to the birds, it’s time to wake up?
Do you know the lush scent of cut grass
crushed underfoot by squirrels and patrolling cats?
Do you remember the sound of the milk float easing his electric motor forward,
the thud of rolled newspaper on a damp welcome mat?
Do you know that clasp where the groove of your hand
slips into the groove of your glove-like life?
for Magpie 60: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
