Spring Dingo – a post-solstice poem

Buoyed by longer days and warmth
I feel purposeful
Alive
My heavy winter coat idles on its back door peg

I feed the guilt
From indoor things I didn’t do
To the tawny canine
Yawning at my feet
Scrap by scrap

Take this, spring dog
Here is the writing I didn’t do
The un-edited audio tapes
The jigsaw in its box
My dead mother’s unread letters

Take the languishing clay
The pointed colored pencils
And all the unread books

Take it all, Spring Dingo, eat it up
Make me lighter
Set me free