[stylist] Morning Hour

[Lynda Lambert]

Happy New Year.
I spent the first hours of the day writing this poem. I took a poem from about 12 years ago and completely reworked it. I have attached it.

I will put it here in the text, but I am sure it won't read properly this way.
Lynda

Morning Hour

 

            In the early morning hour

a nippy breeze

            wrapped  around my bare feet

            like  soft gray cashmere clouds.

 

                         

            My own reflection

            slowly materialized-

I was exposed, naked,

on a clear icy glass

            surface.

                        

                                    

            Outside the frozen windowpane,

            an icicle boundary

            surrounded my view

            of the aging Douglas Fir.

 

            

I turned for a closer look

            through the silent porthole

                         

            

            Quick movements

            in the shadow 

            revealed

            one tiny  ruffled bird,

            a solo performer 

            hunkered down, deep,

            on snow-clogged branches.

                        

             

            Inside this room, 

            a blizzard-

            a scattering of words still lingered-

            Waited  to be gathered,

            In a winter bouquet-

written on a page, 

            in spite of the bitter cold.

 

            We have been here 

for a thousand years

In the early morning hour.

 



Lynda Lambert, BFA, MA, MFA
104 River Road
Ellwood City, PA 16117

724 758 4979

My Blog:  http://www.walkingbyinnervision.blogspot.com
My Website:  http://lyndalambert.com



 
 
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