Lynda’s Journal – a Poem – Morning Hour
Happy New Year
January 1, 2013
May you FIND just the RIGHT
WORDS and IMAGES
for this new year.
Morning Hour
In the early morning hour
a nippy breeze
wrapped around my bare feet
like soft gray cashmere clouds.
My own reflection
slowly materialized-
I was exposed, naked,
on a clear icy glass
surface.
Outside the frozen windowpane,
an icicle boundary
surrounded my view
of the aging Douglas Fir.
I turned for a closer look
through the silent porthole
Quick movements
in the shadow
revealed
one tiny ruffled bird,
a solo performer
hunkered down, deep,
on snow-clogged branches.
Inside this room,
a blizzard-
a scattering of words still lingered-
Waited to be gathered,
In a winter bouquet-written on a page,
in spite of the bitter cold.
We have been here
for a thousand years
In the early morning hour.
Copyright 2013. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.
Poem and Photographs by Lynda McKinney Lambert, 2013.