weather to waking by Teri H Hoover
I wake to a silent cacophony
of thoughts in my head.
Two hundred miles to the west
an impending coda of thunderheads, ferment along the hillsides of Kentucky.
Aching their way over the landscape, in dragon shaped clouds and mist.
There on the window sill, a half hearted shaft of shimmering sunshine
folds itself into an origami shadow
and in exquisite leap, falls gently into a dirty sock.
Thoughts aimless, become unthreaded tangles,
shelved liked sequins in the sheets.
Sleep ethereal, returns and holds me dangling.
I fall like a splash, startling my dog.
I rub sleep from my eyes
and shimmy from beneath the covers
into a clap of thunder.
Hey all, I will be away from the computer today- so I will swing by everyone's writing tomorrow. I look forward to your comments. Have a great day.
The words for the first anniversary edition of the Sunday Whirl- THANK YOU Brenda-
cacophony, aches, exquisite, abstract, shelved, ferment, dragon, coda, shimmy, origami, spangling, dragon, ethereal
Another start- that I did not to throw away.
A red dragon, unshedding his scales in the middle of the kitchen.
Appalled, the old woman waved her wand and shelved him for the day.
Wings folded into an origami sunrise