Yesterday frost, today warm rain, imperceptible
changes in the air— Underfoot and overhead,
creatures caught in the theatre of absurd
weather. And in the night, I too tossed
off the coverlet, dreaming of summer. You
grazed my nape, breath splitting into colors
I had forgotten lay there.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Solstice
- Above the roar of the creek, a flock of goldfinches whistling:
- Hunger
- Still Life
- (poem temporarily hidden by author)
- Year’s End
- [hidden by author]
- Why Not
- Oracle
- Alba
- By Ear
- From blaze
- Panis Angelicus
- Maze
- Parsing
- Cold Country
- Perpetuum mobile
- Aubade, with no lover departing at dawn
- Preguntas
- from Ghost Blueprints
- Signal No. 3
- Flower