Week 3; A Poem a Day


In winter
Life’s heartbeat slows.
Cold and warm blooded animals,
Perennials and mud

And anyone who dares to remember.
Of course there’s more than one kind of heart.
I can only imagine
How I’d act if I had a hummingbird’s.
Would I never sit but for a moment?
Or would my mind try to keep up
And slow the world around me?
But those little creatures
Only know winter as something to flee,
Only know to find environments
More suitable to their speed.
The rest of us
Keep our organs on ice,
Enjoying a slackened pulse
While waiting for earth to be
Soft enough to receive
The seeds, the fruit
Of work, of hands,
Of rain, of mercy.



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