1:34pm:
I am so, so, so very happy. It's weird. At the moment I feel better than I have felt for many many years. But what a dreadful year it's been. But so very undreadful at the same time. I can't stop smiling and I can't stop singing (badly) and I can't stop feeling hopeful.
Poppies in OctoberEven the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
~ Sylvia Plath