This Cobalt Morning
In the darkest time,
Under the mid-season blue sky,
I find each Robin by their song,
Heralding me into this
Cobalt morning
From three trees -
An open-beaked tryptich.
Under the mid-season blue sky,
I find each Robin by their song,
Heralding me into this
Cobalt morning
From three trees -
An open-beaked tryptich.
Everything about me is reluctant.
Everything about you
Beckons
The whole cold Earth
To come and turn under your tiny feet.
And I do -
Walk under the
Exhaling,
Heat-coloured hearts
Of Winter.
LJ Ireton 2023
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