A Day at Rambellwood

Morning... early....

an angular girl swings a wicker basket onto her hip,

and climbs the stairs to put away the laundry.

She grins when she catches sight of the camera.

Mid-day, with rain sliding down the windows...

Warmth pervades the kitchen...

and potato soup awaits our cold limbs.

Afternoon, and the children skip outside...

Followed covertly by a blue eyed photographer.

The wind whispers against trees laden with light...

While the sun turns the children's heads to gold...

And leaves jewels of light in their sparkling eyes.

The day melts away,

fading with the sound of children's laughter

and the dimming of the yellow sun.

- Emma