When You Come to Love, Bring All You Have.

When You Come to Love

by Ann Fisher-Wirth

When you come to love,
bring all you have.

Bring the milk in the jug,
the checked cloth on the table—
the conch that sang the sea
when you were small,
and your moonstone rings,
your dream of wolves,
your woven bracelets.

For the key to love is in the fire’s nest,
and the riddle of love is the hawk’s dropped feather.

Bring every bowl and ewer,
every cup and chalice, jar,
for love will fill them all-

And, dazzled with the day,
fold the sunlight in your sheets,
fold the smell of salt and leaves,
of summer, sweat, and roses,
to shake them out when you need them most,

For love is strong as death.

I totally stole this from Patti Digh’s 37 Days blog. But that’s because I love it so much.

……. fold the sunlight in your sheets,

fold the smell of salt, sweat and roses,

to shake them out when you need them most

Don’t you love the smell of sunlight in your sheets? Ahhhhhhhh, big inhale, savour, sigh. Again.

Image from here.

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6 Responses to When You Come to Love, Bring All You Have.

  1. mythgal says:

    Wonderful. I missed this on Patti’s blog, so thanks for sharing.

  2. Janice says:

    wonderful picture and words bringing back wonderful memories! Once upon a time in the middle of the winter I took some sheets out of the cupboard and lo and behold out sprang summer. It was such a nice surprise and who knew the summer could be caught and saved for so long. I love hanging clothes on the line it is one of the most zen like things… of course that could be because I don’t have to unlike my mother when she had seven children running around and needed to get our clothes washed and dried each week after week after week no matter what the weather or how she might be feeling. I remember the fun of bringing in stiff, crunchy, frozen clothes in the winter and my mother draping them all over the furniture in the house to defrost!
    Thanks for the stroll down memory lane.
    The sun is out I think I’ll go hang some laundry!

  3. Lois says:

    I love the poem and the photo and all things hanging out laundry and breathing it all in afterwards!
    Mmmmmm.
    Lois

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