Buoyed by longer days and warmth
I feel purposeful
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
4 replies on “Spring Dingo – a post-solstice poem”
Lovely. I also am feeling as though a weight has been taken off my chest. But have decided to stop watching the news and will watch friends and family instead.
Oh yes, I must join you in the news boycott! It’s hard to look away, but I must.
I love it! I have my own Spring Dingo going on, and there are no signs of Spring up here!
Well, it must be the longer day length—a whopping 8 minutes for you, five for me. Somehow we know.