Afternoon of Treasure
Back from the mailbox, each raindrop
prisms on my glasses, refracting
the gray afternoon into wild jewels
more valuable than gold.
The rocker awaits in the corner
by the fire. I pour tea from the cobalt pot,
watch the trailing comet of cream
follow the spoon. In my hand,
the Christmas card, a red bird against
a stark background of snow.
Words of love blossom silently
on this dark mid-December Tuesday,
the gently sleeping promise of spring
warm in its bed beneath my ribs.
Photograph Courtesy: MJ © All Rights Reserved