Precious Things

i love our scottish sunlight
the way it filters in through my windows
sometimes i creep after it as it moves from room to room

to sit in its golden warmth, curled up with a book

i love my rings, each holds delicious memories

all threaded onto the tiny wooden ring tree

my green eyed girl gave to me one day to make me smile.

the bottom two rings belonged to my sweet grandma, Mary Day

from whom i learnt my love of fairies, wild flowers, folksong . . .

i love old keys & collect them, imagine the stories they coud tell

Dad has discovered some beauties for me over the years

he found this tiny one at the art gallery

hidden & forgotten lying there between the floorboards

i love round things,

they have a habit of creeping into our wee house

such varied textures, patterns, colours

so tactile, and pleasing to my eye

i love bells, deep resonating ones,