I will give poems a rest for a while
give myself a break and others too
just lie on my bed and propped high
with my big red day pillow
look at the tree close outside
where yesterday
a blackbird sang and sang and sang
I was enraptured
and wrote a poem about how
no one heard
all the deaf are listening
to their own plugged in music
while all around the earth is
heaving with new life
the winter blanket thrown aside
so that spring air and spring sun
can midwife bear new leaves
snowdrops and jonquils
no church bells ring so they
come in modest silence
harbingers in all colors
to say a new year is here
and warm enough that
our skins can feel it too
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I will give poems a rest for a while
give myself a break and others too
just lie on my bed and propped high
with my big red day pillow
look at the tree close outside
where yesterday
a blackbird sang and sang and sang
I was enraptured
and wrote a poem about how
no one heard
all the deaf are listening
to their own plugged in music
while all around the earth is
heaving with new life
the winter blanket thrown aside
so that spring air and spring sun
can midwife bear new leaves
snowdrops and jonquils
no church bells ring so they
come in modest silence
harbingers in all colors
to say a new year is here
and warm enough that
our skins can feel it too