Sunday, May 26, 2013

As I Gather my Clothes for the Day




As I Gather my Clothes for the Day


I am caught at the window

by a slant of light,

by these oak leaves turning to gold.

The sunrise is singing the morning awake

with songs that melt on my skin

and underneath their spreading spell,

I breathe the buttery light

and dream of becoming the same,

dressed in mist and leaves and dew.

I stand long and long at the window

breathing the dazzling day.

As the skin of my life loosens,

I spark and ignite, burn,

and flow shimmering

into this welcoming light.

 

Photo and poem are ©copyright 2011-2013 Carol Steel.