slow
fingering my soul's music into keys
I
wake up
and
its 36 degrees
and
the inkblots
of
my dreams
fall
out as if sand
from
the corners
of
my eyes
somewhere
beneath
the pile
of
an extra blanket
is
my curled body
beginning
to stretch
and
reach with my feet
for
solid conscious ground
and
I find the cold air
at
the precipice of Autumn
is
waiting for me
as
if in the quiet minions
of
harbinger snow lying in wait
in
the frost on the cars
outside
the window I left open
to
siphon the dark
and
grind the falling stars
into
my sleep
a
whole night
of
carousal-ing images
on
a diner rack
spinning
desires over easy
and
toasting them lightly
with
some fresh squeezed
orange
juice in small glasses
the
coffee is poured
one
after another
until
I finally look up
and
yawn
I
pull the paper close
and
mumble about my arms
not
being long enough
to
read after I turned 40
and
nothing makes sense
in
the news so I slow
my
beating heart down a bit
and
peer out the window
at
the purity of the silence
draped
over mornings now
wishing
I too
was
with those seed birds
gone
south for Winter again
EJR
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ohhhh, I like. the close is so strong and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank You...for stopping by...much gratitude...Edward
DeleteI think many people would associate season's other than winter with "peaceful," but I love some of those cold, curled up in a blanket with a book and hot mug, moments. So many of the images in this speak to me (cold, age, waking moments, change of season, etc. Really enjoyed it all. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteGreat flow through the moments that define our solitude and inner life, beautifully done.
ReplyDeletemy arms not being long enough to read...ha...i love autumn and waking to those cool mornings....makes me want to stay in bed a few extra minutes....solitude by together...i love the morning though and that is my alone time before the fam gets up...
ReplyDeletestrong and emotional, loved the inkblots and the arms, great write
ReplyDeleteSeed birds going South --- ah but they would miss the Crisp autumn. Well said.
ReplyDeletecool mornings snuggled under warm blankets... maybe a cup of coffee on your night stand. I love it!
ReplyDeletesmiles...my boss' arms are not long enough too...always smiling when i see him stretch them to read something...wanting to go south with the birds...i feel this..beautiful solitude and a piece of freedom..
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