The day begins aware that the fingers on my right hand
have no wish to unfurl
gracefully
overworked
laying, gazing at my husband’s skin
the trail of tiny hairs that run down
his back
wanting to reach out and gently trace it
with
my fingers
not wishing to disturb his sleep
while easily writing him a love letter
in my head
he gets up just before me
when I come down, he is looking out the window
look at all the finches in that tree, he says
I slip my feet into his boots
and go out
are you going to scare away all those birds?
he asks
quite the contrary really, as I step out
with the food
no one leaves, instead all in unison
they break into a jubilant chorus
it’s quite fantastic
the finale, a gathering of chick-a-dees
all chick-a-dee-dee-dee-ing together
I smile wide, breathe deeply in
and in a swelling of gratitude
think to myself… and out loud
what a way
to begin a day
what a way
to begin
feels like I am on the cusp, you know
of dullness and light
mid-February blahs, awaiting change in the garden
stewing over possible change in other aspects
of my life
whilst also feeling a great funneling of love
steadily pouring in
filling me up
I know which way I am leaning
marveling at the vastness of light
offered by a very full moon
setting everything it touches
to sparkling grandeur
I think to myself
and isn’t this just the way
with love
later in the morning
doves gather under the feeder
many
all in pairs
a little shopping with my love
I pick up a copy of Middlemarch
there’s just no way to resist
bring it home, add it to my stack
of indulgence…I am hopeless
romanced by
the fullness of a snow moon
a great chorus of birdsong
and waking up with you
and
here I am thinking
if I were you,
I would love me ..
well ♥