These wild, sweet, perfect things

Last Tango in Halifax
♥ talking to my granny on the phone
♥ chewy chocolate cookies
♥ Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. — Richard Brautigan
♥ spicy black tea
♥ the first tree in the neighborhood to change colors
These wild, sweet, perfect things
Are little miracles your memory sings,
Till heart on heart makes us one music again.
— e.e. cummings, Sonnet
♥ starting the Outlander series
♥ to be known
♥ O were my love yon Lilac fair, 
Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring, 
And I, a bird to shelter there, 
When wearied on my little wing! 
How I wad mourn when it was torn 
By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! 
But I wad sing on wanton wing, 
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d. 
— Robert Burns

4 Replies to “These wild, sweet, perfect things”

  1. Elizabeth, your list reminded me how much I love these wild, sweet, perfect things — including poetry by the ‘old’ poets (although I still consider e.e. cummings a contemporary master.) Such a beautiful shot to illustrate your sentiments. You are known, sweet one.

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