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The Evergreen Journal #3 – Final Sunday Morning

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 It’s Sunday – BONUS Day

for the final Sunday in January 2022.

 

Walking by Inner Vision

with Lynda McKinney Lambert

Presents

The Evergreen Journal, #3

Photo: “Hemlock,” ©Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2022.

 

 

I’ve adopted the word, “evergreen” for this year.

During 2022, I’ll search out the deeper meaning of my ONE WORD. 

I’ll be sharing creative non-fiction stories, thoughtful personal essays, and spare poems. Thank you for visiting today. Please tell me what you think in the “comments” section.

~Lynda McKinney Lambert, American Author

 

The Evergreen Journal, #3

For everything there is an appointed time, and an appropriate time for every activity on earth.  (NET Bible)

 

 

 

 

 

Final Sunday Morning   – A Poem for the last Sunday in January, 2022.

 

The final Sunday morning before

January steps aside

I feel an urgency

secure this memorable moment

before

February bursts onto this wintry stage.

 

It’s 3 degrees this morning.

 

I wake up in semi-darkness

Turn to look out the eastern window

Long icicles form a glimmering curtain

tall evergreen trees

planted during the succession

of my long-life sequence.

 

 

I reach downwards

pet Miss Dixie Tulip

sleeping in her bed.

She moves gently when I touch her.

I say,

“It’s time to go outside for a little morning walk.”

I gather her soft brown body

both hands balance her

Carry her downstairs,

connect her bright pink leash

and a small harness.

 

We step cautiously

into the wintry morning mist

Miss Dixie takes the lead

as she always does

runs to the clearing,

a grassy spot

surrounded by accumulated deep snow.

 

Our monochromatic landscape

glimmers with soft colors

winter hues are so elegant

Like music.  I hear a melody drifting

From the distant northern sky

Invisible crow calls out

five shaky beats.

 

 

This is a moment of truth

my shiny purple boots catch the rhythm

 

Crunch Squeal

Crunch Squeak

Crunch Squawk

Grind Slip

Crunch Step

 

We call back to the hidden crow.

 

Sounds of exhilaration

A distant crow in the north shouts

Five short beats into the early morning mist

I listen as a response from the west

comes from beyond

frozen Connoquenessing creek

 

 

I turn my head towards that distant crow call

stand a moment to admire

appreciation

spotty snow-covered Hemlock tree

standing in the distance.

We saved the best for last.

 

 

 

©Lynda McKinney Lambert. January 30, 2022.

 

If you like this wintry poem, you may also like my chapbook, first snow. It is a collection of thirty wintry-themed poems. Look NOW!

Published by Finishing Line Press.

What do you think about on wintry days?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Evergreen Journal #3 – Final Sunday Morning — 3 Comments

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  2. I love your message of the early morning with Miss Dixie Tulip…. I walked with you and she….the visual/thoughtfulness of January stepping aside makes me feel happy and sad… who knows why… a lovely message. Thanks fythat.

    • Thanks for your comment on this poem I wrote today.
      I wanted to capture the feeling of the morning today and Miss Dixie helped me a lot. She was actually still asleep, so I had to wake her to go outside. Once up, she loves to go out with me. I brought her back in, and Miss Mitchell was waiting at the door – so she took a turn coming outside too.

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