friday things

the sound of rain on the path,
the feeling of oats in my fingers,
the joy of receiving wool from afar,
the outdoor projects of my lover,
the gathering and slow simmering of pears,
the quiet folding of paper,
the collection of cuttings by the sewing machine,
the grey light through the curtains,
the gaze of my grandmas,
the warmth of soft soled shoes,
the belly growing and rounding,
the comfort of words hundreds of years old,
gladdens this friday soul -

how about you?