sew me
with bandages of light
with lint of yearning wings
with ointment of cloves & ginger
pour into me
threads of buttressed hope
words of charity
patches of red maple leaves
happy memories of blooming trees
i will drink the tea
of valerian roots & fall into deep sleep
with scents of rosemary leaves
& sweet wintergreen
i dream of spring
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, hosted by yours truly. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments and visits.
a well-crafted piece of poetry. Loved the sensory language you've used, Grace.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
ReplyDeleteI definitely want some of this: "ointment of cloves & ginger" ... Those are two powerful, heady scents.
"Pour into me ... words of charity." Absolutely. The ultimate healer.
So many wonderful scents to bring along into those winter dreams.
ReplyDeleteOh my, this is so soothing and healing. I love the metaphors of scents, lights, memories.....aww, and sleep. Sometimes, I can only dream of sleep....
ReplyDeleteSorry Grace...that was me. Forgot the google sign-in.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this reads like a lullaby. So very soothing.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeously rendered, Grace! I especially admire the image; "threads of buttressed hope." 💘💘
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah; I'm Spring-ready, too. Bigly. Thanks, G.
ReplyDeleteso much lyricism to these longings Grace
ReplyDelete"lint of yearning wings" - wonderful!
Beautifully written, Grace!
ReplyDeleteSo many beautiful lines and images, Grace. The "yearning wings" and "Thread of buttressed hope"--I love that! A gorgeous poem.
ReplyDeletePotent winter nightcap, so deftly and artfully brewed.
ReplyDeletea beautiful brew of words! 🍵💫
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a delicious hibernation.
ReplyDeleteThis!!! Is what winter should feel like .. be. Well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. It brought me into my body with, "Sew me
ReplyDeletewith bandages of light