7/14/09
7/13/09
7/10/09
7/7/09
7/4/09
I've been

thinking about you..
yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
and the leaves were fallin' down softly,
my cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
and I was thinkin' about you.
here I am lookin' for signs of leaving,
you hold my hand, but do you really need me?
I guess it's time for me to let you go,
and I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you.
when you sail across the ocean waters,
and you reach the other side safely,
could you smile a little smile for me?
'cause I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you,
I'll be thinkin' about you.
by norah jones
7/3/09
6/29/09
6/24/09
to a butterfly..

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
self-poised upon that yellow flower this plot of orchard-ground is ours
and, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
how motionless!—not frozen seas
more motionless! and then
what joy awaits you, when the breeze
hath found you out among the trees,
and calls you forth again!
my trees they are, my Sister’s flowers
here rest your wings when they are weary
here lodge as in a sanctuary!
come often to us, fear no wrong
sit near us on the bough!
we’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
and summer days, when we were young
sweet childish days, that were as long
as twenty days are now.
6/23/09
6/22/09
6/20/09
. . . enough, enough.
. . . .
6/19/09
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