I put my bed by the window because why wouldn't I? Why not wake up and look right out to a virgin Vermont morning, Green Mountains in the background? Why not be taken with a baker's dozen of crow minding their own business against a hazy-blue sky?
Sorry I'm bragging again. But I can't stop.
This is hallowed ground. I feel like I paint it like this: writers and deer and birds frolicking and bonding around a crackling fire, a world where poetry is even more a blood line than usual - and other people acknowledge the importance while braiding a bear's fur... I mean, it's not REALLY like that, but kind of. And books stacked up to my knees wherever I walk. And (this is a truth) a Red Tailed Hawk living in the trees near my room. Chickadees screaming their names and hopping from branch to branch -- and me, a part of it.
When did it become a reality that I, a poor girl from flat-Indiana, might actually be a writer by way of the mountains of Vermont?
Amen.
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Three (three, three) for my heart-ache
I want to make a grand statement, but I'm fearful.
Declaring that I have survived the winter is probably a little premature. I want to strain my ears for the spring time quartet. It's too early, though. It's too early. Be careful.
Proceed with caution. Quit longing for day-lilies and bumble bees to get wrapped up in my hair. Help me stop thinking about mud to my knees in May. I want to throw a few stones to see if I can hit summer in the face, is she that close? (She isn't.) I want to dip my cup in the long-evening purples of dusk and drink it like smooth bourbon (I can't). I want to walk around and grab little squirrels by their little hands and hold them close - congratulate them for living. (I won't). Anyway, winter is still here. She's dying, but even fading things can kill someone's spirit if one is not careful.
This is what I want to say: I survived the worst winter to date.
This is what I want to say (also): I barely survived. If you see the magnolia buds on my street, ask them to hurry - and to please bring reinforcements.
Declaring that I have survived the winter is probably a little premature. I want to strain my ears for the spring time quartet. It's too early, though. It's too early. Be careful.
Proceed with caution. Quit longing for day-lilies and bumble bees to get wrapped up in my hair. Help me stop thinking about mud to my knees in May. I want to throw a few stones to see if I can hit summer in the face, is she that close? (She isn't.) I want to dip my cup in the long-evening purples of dusk and drink it like smooth bourbon (I can't). I want to walk around and grab little squirrels by their little hands and hold them close - congratulate them for living. (I won't). Anyway, winter is still here. She's dying, but even fading things can kill someone's spirit if one is not careful.
This is what I want to say: I survived the worst winter to date.
This is what I want to say (also): I barely survived. If you see the magnolia buds on my street, ask them to hurry - and to please bring reinforcements.
Labels:
courage,
quitting,
sad,
small moments,
spring,
survival,
things,
time,
whiny baby cry baby pants,
winter
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