my favourite things
I love an angry storm and the lullaby of thunderous rain,
I love worshipping my heart beat and the glory of a throbbing vein.
I love it when he keeps the bench clear,
and I love ecstatic pain.
I love all that lives in the realm of words and the husk of pencil to paper,
I love when others cancel plans and the escape of ‘I’ll do it later.’
I love the sight of a fully stocked fridge,
and I love the value of an anchor.
I love watching spring onions grow and the friendship in a pot of tea,
I love Downton Abbey and cooking with organic ghee.
I love the smell of fire, the burn of a bath too hot,
and I love becoming kinder to me.
I love donating money, for the welfare of animals and children,
I love rejecting the bra and dreaming of Love’s revolution.
I love the guts of being politically incorrect,
and I love the power of nutrition.
I love oranges and wasabi and a smokey Old Fashioned,
I love having no self control with books and learning about compassion.
I love our plan of having no neighbours,
and I love old haunted mansions.
I love living in sweats, investing in eco-friendly clothing,
I love swallows and hedgehogs and the silence of Sunday morning.
I love the therapy of talking to myself,
and I love my front door closing.
I love the liquid lust that comes from maple sap,
I love deep rich wallpaper and rickety old brass taps.
I love the Dutch Golden Age,
and I love saying ‘that’s fucking crap.’
I love it when the sun disappears, curtains closing on the day,
I love it when the leaves change colour and I watch them fall away.
I love that my cat talks in his sleep,
and I love that for a time on this earth, I get to stay.