Yesterday
blue sky puffed with cotton clouds
sandy beach glistening
palms rustle lush and verdant in the northern wind
ocean striped in patches and pockets of aquamarine, navy, slate
with ribbons of white waves breaking across
tropical birds sing a new day while the clan of seven pelicans soundlessly make their daily glide south,
off to work somewhere, I suppose
return home at the day’s end
Today
flat white sky imperceptibly veined with silvery blue, holds the promise of sunshine
snowy landscape glistening
the same northern wind blows slant chimney smoke and garden grasses, while bare tree branches and spruce boughs stiffly jostle a staccato response
too cold for bird song or flight
soundless except for the furnace reassuringly blowing its warmth up from the floor,
and grandmother’s clock tick-tocking in our home held timeless for ten days
stark, cold reality of real winter
I am revived, in peace, home.
Lovely!
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Ahhh…this inspires me to love the last of the winter months before spring peaks through. Beautiful! Thank you, Katharine.
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Present, perfect! Jai!
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