She pussyfooted down the branch,
her twitch of tail a cadence of caution.
Inch by inch, she stretched herself out,
rotund tummy unrolling, still stout,
but now long and wide - a flurry of fur
plushing the pine, lulling the tree into slumbrous
motion, rocking up and down, blurring
the green with gray on this sunlit day
To sleep in sun, to smooth the raspy edges
and loosen limbs unleafed and furled tight
like fiddlehead ferns and sleeping trees.
To heed spring’s call, and loll between leaf and sky should, and always shall be, enough for me.
It crept slowly, whiskers a-flutter,
on tiny pink feet, delicately fingered.
It’s snub nose, blushed pink in the evening light,
tasting air blooming with violets and lilacs
while its little teardrop ears chased
It looped its tail around a daisy stem
and paused to stare at me,
Shiny black eyes
palpitating with nervous stealthy life.
I wanted to brush the yellow pollen from its wee brow,
stroke behind its satin ears, and dress it in purple tulle.
In my dreams,
she’s half brownie, half birdie
always in a flurry,
Scurrying wide and near
to perch and peer
with bright eyes alight
Forever in quest of smiles
To line her nest
She bustles about
On little feet
Sharing bits of sweet
this and that of chat
and a beaming smile
or kindly pat.
And some nights
when she bobs nearby
I see with my dreaming eye
a wee hint -a little inkling-
Of glossy beating wings
Palpitating with life And for a moment, my heart sings.
A blaze of red against a sky scoured white
by wind, the sweater straggles, caught tight
by scraggly limbs. Its empty arms reach down
as though desperate to clutch the crusted ground.
It’s frayed and nubby, plush cashmere now spent
and left to waft a hint of lingering floral scent
mixed with leaf mold and dirt and dying things gone soft.
I tug.The branch holds tight while wind whips it aloft
and sends its arms flailing, reaching for flight.
Then, briefly, within, a memory of skin catches light.
A hint of arms once warmed, a gathered waist. once draped, a ghost of life it once embraced.