Friday, October 19, 2012

Up Too Early

     I was up at 3 am to see my daughter off to work and my husband off for another trip to the orient. Ours seemed to be the only lights showing through wakeful windows. Too early for industry, I sat in the kitchen sipping tea, eating buttered toast and reading poetry. Mostly Emily Dickinson. You’ll like this one, I think:

Ribbons of the Year—
Multitude Brocade—
Worn to Nature’s Party once

Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker’s Girl?


The house was so quiet I could hear dawn break. Then I went back to bed and slept like a slattern until 9 am.

When I awoke there were rag-ends of poetry fluttering around in my head, so I pieced some of them together to make a little patchworked poem for you:

Autumn Leaves by Mark Karrass

Wet winds flap their weighted wings,  
And flocks of colored quills             
Leap into the sky                              
Fly!
A bright-pinioned swirl,                     
Brief twirl, and leaves fall like         
Feathers across the crowded lawn.

1 comment:

  1. Super imagery in this post, and I love the line 'slept like a slattern until 9am' with all its underlying comfort and work-ethic.

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