Freshly pressed pants
sharply creased before relaxing
into a day of ups and downs
becoming softly wrinkled frowns.
eased from the gilt box,
teasing floral notes
for special correspondence
between good friends,
heart to heart.
Fresh bacon in the morning
breaking into bits,
with steaming eggs,
the tone of voice behind words
speaking of barriers and distance
frosted with a chill for emphasis.
The snap and crack of sheets in the wind,
trapping scents to carry nighttime dreams
over field and forest to unknown paths
lit by will-o-the-wisps,
fireflies and fairy lamps.
My desire and energy as I arise
full of intention and focus,
poetry replete without excess,
a dream complete.
A sunny day in January is a treat for Michiganders perhaps more so because of its rarity. When allowed a full nights sleep,
I feel vibrantly alive and ready to live the day. Even on Sunday, a traditional day of rest, there are things to be accomplished.
There is beauty to admire, gifts and people to be thankful for and the challenge to be present for others as we share our lives.
I hope your day is/was amazing as well!