Of February's Rainy Monday Morning and Mothers

Brittle fray of yesterday

Scuttles over frozen park

Where the daylight barely breathing

Murmurs morning to the dark

Music of a Monday dawning

Drips from awnings in the sky

As the moment-maestro’s baton

Mutes night's languid lullaby

Hope and heart-ache's nameless prelude

Spills half-breaths into the snow

Tempo of time’s smooth percussion

Alabaster-onyx flow

Slipping winter over autumn

Slipping manhood on a boy
And in the melody of moments
Slips the innocence from joy

Hold still, hold still, my little morning

Ah, you do not heed my plea

Already I can see the outline

Of the winter willow-tree

Stark skeleton etched in the weeping

Of a moody Monday morn

Where the moments push between us

Falling in a song forlorn

© Janet Martin

Buses are cancelled today due to freezing rain this morning...its a drippy, dreary Monday. I think we need to bake heart-cookies:) to 'spice' up the day.