Post by anirbas on Mar 10, 2007 0:11:47 GMT -6
In the gathering gloom
of another day settling into dusk
mantled with a steadily
dropping chill, gently
I tucked you into bed...
Each brave, sweet face
dear to me...Vulnerable
in your fresh audacity to flourish so early...
Amazed, you were there at all...
Surprised I hadn't managed to kill you, yet...
I arranged the burgundy sheets
not the proscribed white to shroud you...
As I do not buy white sheets...So, there weren't any
on hand to be found...Carefully I floated the sheets
above your heads, reverently pushed the edges,
about your feet...And anchored them down
with river rocks I had on hand, to be
certain the arriving and lifting
north wind didn't
blow the sheets away...
And leave you to freeze
to death in the frigid
temperatures
of the
darkness...
A child riding
his bicycle down
the street stared at me...
Squatted by the flower bed
tucking and weighing down
the last bit of fabric
with rocks...
And I had to laugh
at the open expression
on his face...He looked at me,
as if I were crazy...Covering
dianthus and sedum
with sheets
from my house...
Good to know,
I'm still living up to
my hard won reputation...
Better to know,
I'll have upside down
umbrella shaped blooms
of dusty rose, lavender and yellow
late this summer and autumn,
when the sedum blossoms...
Thanks to going about
my crazy lady chores.
of another day settling into dusk
mantled with a steadily
dropping chill, gently
I tucked you into bed...
Each brave, sweet face
dear to me...Vulnerable
in your fresh audacity to flourish so early...
Amazed, you were there at all...
Surprised I hadn't managed to kill you, yet...
I arranged the burgundy sheets
not the proscribed white to shroud you...
As I do not buy white sheets...So, there weren't any
on hand to be found...Carefully I floated the sheets
above your heads, reverently pushed the edges,
about your feet...And anchored them down
with river rocks I had on hand, to be
certain the arriving and lifting
north wind didn't
blow the sheets away...
And leave you to freeze
to death in the frigid
temperatures
of the
darkness...
A child riding
his bicycle down
the street stared at me...
Squatted by the flower bed
tucking and weighing down
the last bit of fabric
with rocks...
And I had to laugh
at the open expression
on his face...He looked at me,
as if I were crazy...Covering
dianthus and sedum
with sheets
from my house...
Good to know,
I'm still living up to
my hard won reputation...
Better to know,
I'll have upside down
umbrella shaped blooms
of dusty rose, lavender and yellow
late this summer and autumn,
when the sedum blossoms...
Thanks to going about
my crazy lady chores.
