TRANSPONDERS OF JOY

                                TRANSPONDERS OF JOY  ©2014 Meg Devlin Irish

 

I awaken to the stillness and rise

         in a whispering stream of dawn light.

The pine floor snaps into submission under my creaking toes….
     as my bed warm fingers draw aside the curtain lace.

I peer transfixed through snowflaked glass at my world
   held captive in capricious season….

The sparkling aura layered on birch and maples is surreal
   in the phase of morning sun…..while spruce and hemlock
            are bowed silent in clumps of natures’ styrofoam.

The birds, long gone from their feeders now tilted in white top hats…
    and their summer cottages with doorways snowed in……
          left with only a promissory ‘note’ of return!

Do I remain here in wait for their return like
   the powdered filigree of the trumpet vine that spreads
          its spring beauty….and like me…
               nurtures them until autumns frost?

 A soft meowing.. a gravelly woof and wet nosed nudge, remind me..

            I am more than a nested arbor vine….
                   frozen in scape!

I’ve a youthful heart and formidable companions!

   As I ruffle up some fur on these warm transponders of joy….
         grab and wrap my woolen sweater ’round me….
             we pad off, ‘one for all, all for one’ ….
                to fetch from wood box to wood stove…
                   assured in our audacious ritual to stave off
                             rapacious winter!