an aubade - a mondayish morning poem
... and goldfinches
morning drifts in with smells of rain and restlessness
a small-brown-dog lands upon the tumble of blankets to pull the waking along
soft clothes
fire lit
coffee warm
gray domed haze sets apart the cardinals
from the ashen bark of oak
japanese maple branches tremble
under the weight of the retreating moon
with breezes shaped
from the wings of sandhill cranes
from the ashen bark of oak
japanese maple branches tremble
under the weight of the retreating moon
with breezes shaped
from the wings of sandhill cranes
blue jays scold the absent sun
stretching
before raindropped-windows
before raindropped-windows
i touch the edge of regret and the fallow of these days
the dim of this day pushing pushing against these pale arms
pushing
gravity trumps the attempt as possibility becomes found in the spaces between
feather and familiar
rain to robin red
slumber to dawn's wonderwaking
day waits
