TRANSPONDS OF JOY


Transponders Of Joy 2014 Meg Devlin Irish

I awaken to the stillness and rise in a whispering stream of dawn light.
The pine floor snaps into submission under my creaking toes....
as my bed warm fingers draw aside curtain lace.

I peer transfixed through snowflaked glass at my world
held in capricious season....

The sparkling aura layered on birch and maples is surreal
in the phase of morning sun....while spruce and hemlock
are bowed silent in clumps of nature's styrofoam.

The birds, long gone from their feeders now tilted in white top hats...
and their empty summer cottages with doorways snowed in....
left only with a promissory 'note' of return!

Do I remain here in wait for their return like the powdered filigree of the
trumpet vine that spreads it's spring beauty...and like me...
nurtures them until autumns frost?

A soft meowing...a gravelly woof and wet nosed nudge, remind me...
I am more than a nested arbor vine...
frozen in scape!

I've a youthful heart and formidable companions!

As I ruffle up some fur on these warm transponders of joy...
grab and wrap my woolen sweater 'round me...
we pad off, 'one for all, all for one',...to fetch from wood box to wood stove...
assured in our audacious ritual to stave off
rapacious winter!

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