Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.
Winter Cloud
I lay all day on the sofa,
stretched out under a sumptuous
blanket whose colour is “cloud,”
and on top of the cloud is a shape-shifting cat
content with the bulk of my body, our
closeness, and the softness of our cloud,
and all day we lay like this, just resting.
The brumal freeze continued outside;
when I glanced toward the windows
I saw seedheads wiggling and shivering,
small birds sporadic at the feeders, the slight
stir of their sighing feathers, a grey sky edging
paler, then greyer.
There is no moral to this story.
There is no twist.
Inside, we slumbered now and then
to the airy hissing of a constant woodstove. I read a book
from time to time. I was hydrated and snacked,
thanks to someone delivering hydration and snacks,
morning til evening, as I lay all day shrouded by cloud,
cat-covered, undergoing the dormancy of mortals,
precursor to our deathless breathless winter.
©M Wms 2024
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