Wrapped in her robe, she hugs her coffee mug, looks out her window pane, and traces the Maple silhouette behind glistening ice crystals. She recalls her sleep where words stirred and then let go when she woke.
March winds stir sleeping seeds and shed winter’s heavy coat but not all at once. We long spring come quickly and stay forever but how soon will we whine for summer and curse the mud? When she looks again, her view is clearer and she forgets the cold. All that is left is a haiku or two to begin her day and maybe a second cup of coffee.
Time moves so quickly
Don’t settle for what you see
In your eyes but through
Earth wakes and splatters
Color where lights were turned dim
Grateful for the night
dversepoets.com Open link. Poem of choice. Funny, none of these words were in my night. Or were they?