Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca
Opening your eyes
Opening your eyes
to the morning's glory
is also beggaring
for a few leftover crumbs
of the day's possibilities,
already set in yesterday's
and yesteryear's story
and stark probabilities,
still you hope,
based on some undivined
miraculous cases
that the crumbs hide behind
one or two human, loving
faces.
I look up
I look up, overwhelmed
by this avalanche
of spring's yellows
pinks and greens,
a million zillion petals
buds and leaves,
infinite generosity
falling from above
thrown by the sun's
exhaling warm breath,
the dazzling golden light
in breezy flight
dancing from branch to branch,
barely touching
fragrant white blossoms,
cascading down
upon my head,
showering my soul
with dripping joy.
I am looking forward
I'm looking forward
to this summer's languid days
yawning stretches of time
unmeasured and untied,
mornings floating on wings
of butterflies
sunflowers' daylong wink
towards blue skies
blooms' fragrant breathing
turning into air
chirping birds' high key tunes
and chipmunks' scurrying dives
then the day's buzz turned into
honeycomb
a fallen leaf dancing so lightly
here and there
lulled to sleep by the pond,
even the evenings' humming flies.