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.