"Night fever! Night feeee-ver!
We know how to do it!"
Bee Gees trumpet at sonic decibels
inches from my head.
Fumbling through the warm down cocoon
smacking through glasses, lip balm, tissues
my hand lands on the phone
and the alarm becomes mercifully dead.
Squinting at the feeble light
sneaking through the frost-dusted window
(forgot to close the storm windows... again)
I plot my day from the comfort of my featherbed.
First there'll be coffee, of course
bare feet on the cold tile floor
dancing to the tune of the cat
skritching the door, asking to be fed.
Feet tell me it's time for rag rugs,
time for Berbers, wool socks
fleece-lines boots, (maybe a pedi?)
to take care of my partners in tread.
My shoulders whisper "Velvet!"
my neck yearns for yarn hand-knit
my fingers seek waterproofed spandex
"Time for microfleece!" orders my head.
Our cat gets her food, then I
step through the door, bare feet protesting
as brittle leaves shatter between my toes
I'm alert now: begone you sleepyhead!
The maple, yesterday glorious
twirls leaves in its finger tips
sunlight coaxes the glitter to twinkle
future flights plotted amidst the branches overhead.
Here and there the crows mutter
squirrels chitter and trill
"You're disturbing our morning!"
Reproaches take off, magnificent wingspread.
There's still leaves to be raked
the garden to button up for the year
roses to cover, Autumn chores
to complete at our tiny homestead.
But first; coffee is calling
from my kitchen, warmed now
awake I've been reminded "LIVE!
don't be blind, life's not just existing, sleepyhead."
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Comments (5)
This is so great. I love the tiny homestead and the frosty windows. 💚
Hahahaha coffee is always calling me. Loved your beautiful poem!
This is the way to celebrate and live for the fall season. Good job.
Judey you express the cool fall and early morning winters perfectly. The desire to wear warm woollen socks, breathing in that crisp air, it is a time to live
🐿️I do like those extra eee. It makes me want to check my temperature 🤒 but it made me pause to admire such an effective opening line. 🧦'Mercifully dead' I wish all alarms could take on this... spirit. 🧣'Featherbed' oh my. I would like one of those. My bed is currently a little too stiff, too hard. ❄️'the maple, yesterday glorious 🐈Twirls leaves in its finger tip' ☕Absolutely beautiful line. 🐿️This was absolutely outstanding. You took us through every single mini moment. 🧦From wool socks To Neck yearns for yarn hand knit 😍 To When the cat gets their food. 🧣I love this 'the sunlight coaxes the glitter to twinkle' ❄️But what warmed me in this cold weather, was this moment. 'squirrels chitter and trill "you're disturbing our morning!" You brought them alive and I can't be mad at that. Did I already say this was outstanding? 🤗❤️🖤