Kin

The sky is a bruise that the trees
gently nudge
awake. Transient hands reaching
 up, birds perched in their arms
singing high        sweet and hungry 

a warning
 a greeting
And behind it a light
In a window. 
Some body uncurling
 sighing and dropping warm feet to the floor
and behind it a light
and behind that a light
and behind that
engines purr in the distance. The
cat crouched
 in the roots claws plying the dirt

 vibrates too fast to see
growl forming- from its paws
to the tips of its twitching
ears my fingers ache and jerk
ash falling, a cold cloud of breath dispersing
 And the bruise slowly fading
the frost locking
wriggling worms
under white grass, for Now

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Powerful imagery. As if a night was transitioning from winter to spring.

[alanwgraham]

tremendous imagery in your work! I'm not sure that your sentence splits onto the next line always work eg 'twitching- ears' and 'the -cat' and 'nudge- awake' It could be that I'm missing something!
I thought it was great though.
Cheers,
Alan

[Renée]

You paint quite a picture of winter setting in..if I am not mistaken. The tree and how it stretches, nudging the bruised sky..the activity of a near by room Just a lovely poem !

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~~ ohhhhhh... the sites and sounds in this piece are absolutely beautiful... in a slightly eerie sort of way... especially since the last two words are "for Now"... ~~ for me, this is just that slice of urban life... where there's noise and silence at the same time... light and darkness too... and yet we travel from one day to the next... hoping that something significant and meaningful will happen... or maybe it's just me who keeps waiting for something more substantial than this moment in time...