from cold draft
to cradled lamp light
i (too) am impatient
for passing of northern wind
shreding black-tarred maple
leaves to leather-rust
earth
plots seedpod, rebulbs tubers
(sleep)
womb of possibilities-
green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,
petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean
hues-
unperturbed by winter's breath
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Poem Those Possibles, hosted by De Jackson. Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
