I stole the morning, just a moment after it bled in,
I caught it singing a summer song in mid-winter,
Now as the thick flakes are falling
I’m thinking about the scent of dried dirt on the back of my hands
and porch dinners.
This unintentional shedding of my winter skin.
Yearning for peaches and endless evenings.
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I remember part of the lyrics to an Indigo Girls song:
“… for a cool evening I began to yearn”. This just brought it to my mind.
Lovely.
This is a wonderful poem. I understand wanting to shed the winter’s skin so that we can have peaches on the front porch and endless evenings.