Mary Ahearn
Coloring a Day
A drop of nostalgia fell out of the blue today. Maybe it was the way the late winter sun slanted gold across the floor when the clouds parted for just that brief moment. Out of somewhere, something, and nothing. There we were again, in that quirky little shop in Skippack, looking at the display window at the collection of glass suncatchers. Small, round, with impressions of birds, flowers, leaves and animals. They were all shades of cobalt, green, gold and red. Delicate yet strong. You knew I loved them and lingered behind when I went out into the gardens. At home, as the sun was setting that summer day, we hung them in the west bay window. The colors of the day, ours to treasure.
in the falling lavender air between dusk and night a whiff of honeysuckle floats inside the little house as you unlocked the door
About the Author
Mary Frederick Ahearn lives in Pottstown, Pennsylvania. She writes, “Writing is a great joy to me, and with it, the interaction with wonderful poets from all over the world. Reading, photography, and being out in the natural world are delights and solace for this introverted soul.”