Sometime Next Year Is Soon Enough
*New Year's Eve -
the back porch,
a poinsettia sheds its last leaf.*
Every year, we take down the tree earlier,
this season on New Year's Eve.
We leave tree and doodads unstored
for a walk along the river trail
where frozen huckleberries wait warm tongues
and winddrifts blow old snow against fern.
At the path's fork, a downed maple,
its trunk storm-split and limbs shattered. Nearby,
a nest fractured like a one egg omelet,
specks of faded blue well seasoned sparkles.
She scoops up the nest with heavy gloves.
-For the porch. Spring material for new
I pluck orange yarn and silver sequins
from my coat. -Seed in case your birds dislike
old straw and recycled building material.-
Treasure mitten sheltered, we continue on,
snow and berries gathered. Home,
bows, ribbon and wrapping forgotten
as the new year arrives beneath down quilts.
The cracked nest on the porch railing with
a broken Buddha and rusty garden trowel.
*the front porch
daffodils show first color
Epiphany *
Dec Byron Sacre at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html... Writer's
Hood at http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas
no!
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