Poem

[Joelle Lyons Everett]

I sent this once, but it did not show up in my mail list, so I'll send it
again.  Apologies if it comes twice!

Waking Up

Gray winter sky
dark, heavy and silent.
Hot black coffee warming
my body as I sit with the day.
Handful of crow feathers, my token
for the raucous voice of truth and magic.
Your fiery voice, warming the blue-grey screen
with passion, compassion, the pleasure of shared laughter.
Poems, a trickle then a growing stream,
melt the silence of this winter's day.

Joelle Lyons Everett
January, 2002

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