centre of the universe - the dreaming

I remember days like this
Hot sun blasting through winter-grimed panes
Trees budding, grass green in the field.

We were instructed
"Look here," at lessons scratched on greenboards
pencils shaved to stubs.

How could we look there?
Our eyes drawn by golden light
birds, butterflies, and the breath of fresh, sweet breezes.

Wriggling bums and
muscles aching to run,
bubbly voices fluttered in our chests.

In fifth grade
my desk was third from the back
in the row closest to the windows.

Were I there now,
there again, my mind would still wander
out into the sun, out into the breeze.

Labels: spring, verse, when there's weather

I don't care what THEY say...the day when we celebrate the effacement and thinning of cervixes all over the western world is the day I consider to be the first day of spring.

Labels: spring, strings, when there's weather

1. Remembering to stop the car on the way to the babysitter's so that we can all hop out and jump on the crackly ice, to hear that sharp, percussive sound of breaking glass, and watch in glee as mud splashes up to dot our trousers, jackets, and smiling faces.

2. Shy crocuses peeking out from under the humous and layers of last fall's leaves.

3. Confused Cats blinking in the sun, and taking tentative steps out on to the deck. They are convinced, you see, that their paws will become Wet and therefore Unsatisfactory (although they pronounce it 'uncatisfactory') because they can smell the warm air and they know that somewhere nearby, water runs in rivulets.

4. Finding pucks, shields, swords, mittens, keys, a hammer, and a barbeque that had been buried in the snow all winter.

5. Sounds of joy bubbling up and out of every child who walks past the house on the way to school. Their voices have been muted by the snow too long, and they are hungry for the colour green.

Labels: 365 Days of Grace, spring, when there's weather