Morning Hour
Happy New Year
January 1, 2013
May you FIND just the RIGHT
WORDS and IMAGES
for this new year.
Morning Hour
In the early morning hour
a nippy breeze
wrapped around my bare feet
like soft gray cashmere clouds.
My own reflection
slowly materialized-
I was exposed, naked,
on a clear icy glass
surface.
Outside the frozen windowpane,
an icicle boundary
surrounded my view
of the aging Douglas Fir.
I turned for a closer look
through the silent porthole
Quick movements
in the shadow
revealed
one tiny ruffled bird,
a solo performer
hunkered down, deep,
on snow-clogged branches.
Inside this room,
a blizzard-
a scattering of words still lingered-
Waited to be gathered,
In a winter bouquet-written on a page,
in spite of the bitter cold.
We have been here
for a thousand years
In the early morning hour.
Copyright 2013. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.
Poem and Photographs by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2013.
Poem and Photographs by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2013.