This frigid yet refreshing morning inspired me to write a poem. I wrote about a favorite COLOR
– RED –
And I wanted to describe my morning walk
in the darkness with my dogs.
New-fallen snow glimmers in pre-dawn darkness
slender red barberries dangle from thin bare branches
I shuffle my feet, dig in to feel solid ground
near the place where my Father’s red roses
are surrounded by pillows of snow
slumbering safe in dark red December.
My heavy suede boots part the snow
It’s too early for the red cardinals
“Where do they go at night?”
A sharp wind makes me huddle deeper into my bright
red boucle’ jacket
while my two dogs search random trails
follow the long marks, meander downhill.
On a crisp day in mid-December
I desire red raspberry jam on warm toast
Linger by the tall pampas grass
weighted down to the ground with icy snow
I think of strawberry Sundays with whipped cream
I recall wearing Neiman Marcus Red lipstick and
dancing all night in
hot red stilettos and tight blue jeans.
We turn around – for the return home
the dogs circle in the frozen pachysandra patches
stiff, brown-green shrunken leaves.
In memories I see my neighbor walking to her car
she wears a cranberry red hat, worsted red wool coat, flat, scarlet red shoes
carries a true-red leather handbag like the one I bought last Sunday.
I watched her from the upstairs window.
In her 80s, she revealed how to live a gallant life.
No cars pass us on the country road this morning in red December
Where it is perpetual winter.
By Lynda McKinney lambert. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
This is a FREE-FORM poem.