Friday, December 29, 2017

little hours

pots & pans hang upon a pipe of copper
there against
a
window that writes poetry
every day
at quarter to eleven
cardinals, wrens & blue jays
memorize the words to recite
in frosty hushed whispers to the moon
while frost builds in direct proportion to the time it takes
to wake

knit one pearl two
licorice tea & pomegranates

daylight comes on sugar-snap cold
snowing but not snowing
silver fogged--still in this
lace-wing landscape
hour's blueprint remains the same
remains the same
knit one pearl two
from pause to task to pause to task
licorice tea & pomegranates
routine belies the jubilation found in every step
every every breath
each golden fractal outlined in
frost
and winter's tale
held there against a window that writes poetry
every day
at a quarter to eleven

a blue jay flies from my mouth
wings singed by
wonder
and
becoming




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