Tap, tap, tap…the rain caresses
the skylight glass. Its tender touch
dances with the roof before I notice the
plop, plop, plopping on the earth outside.
Like drowsiness upon waking,
the pitter patter muffles
through the double panes and insulation.
With summer’s departure, my bones
are brittling. The Harvest moon already came
& lit up the night sky. The frost on the grass
has given her warning. My thick cotton sweater &
warm wool socks wrap me
in a reassuring hug.
I sit on the leather chair in the living room,
my feet propped on the ottoman.
The spruce tree outside
the window sways in autumn’s
wind, her limbs dancing with
gratitude at earth’s saturation.
The coffee with its chocolaty beans
and velvety cream is rich as it moves
through me, saving me from thoughts
of winter’s arrival, bringing me to
now, where I am
warm and soft as a blanket.
I wrote this poem in the early fall of 2020. This year we are having record warmth and summer is lingering, although I know it will not be long before the words of this poem are truth again.
a song of escape
hat-covered heads and booted feet
parka-wrapped people shoveling snow
the neighborhood working in unison
the panting of their breath visible song
a song of escape
a song with a tropical beat
a song featuring heads under straw sombreros
feet melting in soft sand
the sun bathing half-naked bodies in light
in warmth, wonderful heat,
a song that becomes the sound of the sea
gazes face the salty rocks
out to where the whales while away the day
to the straight line of the horizon
Another poem from what I’ve decided to call my Gathering at the Sea collection, written while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico in January 2021. You can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here:
Beneath the surface,
if you pay attention,
you can see
the light emanating.
Its only desire
to touch you.
Feel its warmth
like the sun upon your skin.
the tenderness that wants to hold you.
Do you ever feel like there is something waiting for you, if you could only let go of what has its grip on you and surrender to what might be? I wrote this poem one morning as I connected with the power of something gentle and sweet to take care of me.
* I took this photo in my backyard of a columbine flower that had lost it’s outer petals to the wind.