I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning With the sun shining through my eyelids Before I even knew I was awake And my ear angled just right To hear the feather-winged chatter That I so missed during the months of wading in drifted snow (with my head down, looking for something lost, though I’d long forgotten what I was searching for)
Today I will meet everyone at their eyes
Though I know Spring is a fickle lover For this moment I am choosing bliss
We spend our winters building hardened resistance Through the routine of shoulder hunching and thickening blood As gradually the filtered light that shifts Across wood panels and kitchen tiles Lingers into longer hours.
Without cognizance, we let fall Our experiences, as a dog Sheds its winter coat Throughout Each houseroom.
Leaving our Convictions as paper scraps to be Vacuumed up with toast crumbs – and our tear drops for mopping.
Never knowing the Featherweight Of our skin Until it is.
And we stand Pondering The swiftness of Transformation.
I found you in a closet curled and mopping up the dust
Now I've hung you to my bedroom wall and framed you up in glass
To reminisce my summer youth Peaks, valleys, gushing streams
And promise of adventure's future Under snow and leafy green
Although somedays I cannot see Beyond the sunset of tomorrow
For now I doze beneath your frame And mountain dreams I borrow
This was written for a prompt by dVerse Poet’s Pub (link below) that I stumbled across today. The prompt was as follows: “So – here’s what I’m asking you to do today. Walk around your house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem.” This was fun! I look forward to more prompts 🙂