It warmed enough for water
to liquify again and
drip from the eaves,
even if a down vest and boots
still the smart way to tromp about
when taking out the trash
and retrieving the mail.
What are we spinning into
when we dive under the covers
each night only to find dreams taste
more satisfying than our daily fare?
(I’m not asking for an answer—
questions floated and forgotten
one way to leave winter behind,
like crossing the zig zag bridges
found in some Japanese gardens,
a side stepping to throw
demons off our trail.)
I’ve got those bridges on my mind as well lately, strangely enough. If we’re lucky spring will be upon both of us in earnest in the coming weeks. Stay dry, warm and free of demons.
You as well, Michael, you as well.
Beautiful poem and a beautiful picture. There’s not much spring feeling here in Texas since we did not get snow, but it brought my thoughts to the Swedish spring of my youth.
Thank you for sharing that Thomas…
I savor the image of the bridges designed to shake off pursuing demons.
They are quite beautiful in concept and design.
Lean on the dream that seems to mean.