Making coffee
hot
in the ceramic
brown earthen clay
made by Aunt Sally’s hands
reminds me to pour slow
too fast and it spills
coffee hot dots the counter
drips down the edges
of the earthenware
vessel
cracked and repaired
over the years
a memory
of wisdom
words
laughter
pour slow
the moments of joy
gardening in silence
words with kindness
practicing random acts
and beauty
in the bend of head
the simple grace
the cluttered house
a home
a welcoming hug
to a home not my own
but a memory to hold
of savoring
a good meal
a kind word
pour slow
your own moments
of life
the connections
the woven tapestry
the pieces of pottery
living on with the
touch
held in the clay
contained fixed
in memory
in sensory
delight
pour slow
your own ambition
tempered
with the gentleness
beauty
we find in
the everyday world
a flower blooms
a butterfly alights
the raspberries
sweet
on tongue
from the bush by the side of the house
pulling weeds
in the dirt
the heat
on skin
kindness in a meal
a clean bed
with fresh washed sheets
the books the art
the treasured clutter
the life lived
within the cracks
on an earthenware jug
I use to pour my coffee
reminding myself
to pour slow
for love
of Aunt Sally
pour slow
your life
and savor
all the delights
kindness
and beauty.