no going back
there is no going back
I think to myself
sitting alone and staring out the bay window
as if I was under house arrest
outside it is very white
and very cold
and I would do anything to see
someone walk by with their dog
but it is too cold for that
it is too cold for even the mailman
to swing by I suppose
I meander to the back window and look
outside for signs of life
I squint at all the undressed trees
sticking out of the blinding white ground
show me a juvenile cardinal I say to myself
but there are no juvenile cardinals
to be found
I go into the kitchen and sit at the counter
open a can of nuts I had stashed
away months ago
muttering to myself
there is no going back
february two thousand fourteen
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There was a blue jay in the snow here a couple of days ago. WE’re moving forward and it’s good. 🙂
Yes, that is a good sign. I made a couple of birdhouses this week and hung one up this afternoon. It’s in my line of vision from where I sit in the sunroom. ;`)
wonderful!! 🙂
Lovely poem. I see the same scenery from outside my window. I think I did hear birds singing this morning 🙂
Thank you, Loredana – and yes, I did see a robin the other day as well!
Somehow “no going back” and “under house arrest” rhymes very well. They’re like sisters, almost.
Another gem, J!
I hadn’t thought it about it consciously, Millie, but you’re right ! Thanks again for visiting and commenting!
Brilliant!
Thank you, Tony.
great post
Thank you very much, Bonnie. ;`)
I can definitely relate to being under “house arrest.” And I don’t like the silence come morning! Is it too cold for even the birds to sing?
I can’t imagine a day without the birds singing….