Thursday, March 15, 2018

Late Start (Day 421)

Day starts late, suppressed
by the covers’ sodden weight;
midmorning by the time I rise 
and dress to walk the patient dog.

White sheet of clouds obscures 
the sky, shaved clean by blades
of arctic wind that pierce through 
fleece and wool, so we retreat.

Wavy-glass panes protest 
each gust, but no chill intrudes,
and we bask in our solitude,
the sun-drunk cat, the dog, and I.


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six