lovely associations; first-person musing.
KS
2008/6/10 sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>:
> I wake this June morning to storm warnings,
> white caps on the mountains, dogs curled warm
> against my knees. Even with the dogs, this bed
> is too wide, too cold. The sky darkens and snow
> falls into the valley. I comfort myself
>
> with cappuccino. Tomorrow is your birthday.
> I braid this long hair, which I will cut off soon,
> and tie it up with fake pearls. I put on rings,
> a silver bracelet, a long-sleeved high-neck
> sweater. I wish for blue sky, for a blond
>
> streak of sun to melt this snow. I wish
> for summer flowers, for years and seasons
> to fall away, for limber, painless youth. My hair
> will grow back grey. The garden will bloom,
> soon. Storms will come, storms will go.
>
>
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> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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