As If I Could Tell the Sun What to Do

Cold creeps through my bedroom slippers,

and through the thin flannel of my gown.

I shiver in the early spring chill,

not willing to light the fires again

after months of their heat

crazing my legs with dryness.

I grab a robe, pick up my coffee mug

and huddle in the porch rocker,

refusing to give up on the promise

offered so temptingly by sunlight

streaming through bare branches.

The calendar says is is mid-April

and I will have my coffee on the porch

and shiver, willing this day to bring me warmth.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to As If I Could Tell the Sun What to Do

  1. wvgcj says:

    Lovely. Lovely. Lovely.

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