16 February 06

Early Morning

If Charlie hadn’t
pounced
on my bladder
at four
[oofff]
I wouldn’t have
had the chance
to go for a walk
after half an hour
of
writing
and another
of
calligraphy
and another
of
blogsandemail

so I’d have missed
the sound the creek
makes
rounding that
willow
and the
pair of
bluebirds
in the sunrise
framed by
the feral almond
and the
seven egrets
that rose
as one
when the wood duck
screamed

or learning
again
that when you walk
in the frost
with the sun
to your east
the left side of
your
face
is less
cold than
the right…

Posted by at 07:43 AM in Nature and Place | Link |
  1. :-) :-) :-)
    — Fer    16. February 2006, 08:11    Link
  2. Oh lovely poem. In so few words I can completely see you and what you saw.

    And it delights me that your cats have the same irritating habits as mine – ‘kneading’ you and jumping with unerring aim right on the bladder…
    — Jean    17. February 2006, 07:26    Link
  3. I love the music and the pace in this … and the sensation of that half here and half there. Hot and cold, night and day, words and world!
    — maria    18. February 2006, 11:07    Link
  4. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!
    — Doc Rock    18. February 2006, 13:21    Link
  5. Absolutely breathtaking! Thanks for inviting us along for the early morning walk. I feel invigorated and refreshed!
    — Jamuna    20. February 2006, 08:38    Link
  6. Sights and sounds otherwise missed. Lovely and pulls me right out of my own head into yours.
    — loretta    21. February 2006, 13:05    Link

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