Sleep Mother

This poem was inspired by the idea of the fall and winter seasons being a time of rest for Mother Nature.

Sleep Mother

Your day is through

You have labored long in the heat now,

Sleep Mother

Pull your iridescent blanket up over your barren hills

While the lights are dimmed and the dusk is cool

Sleep, Mother to rise again early in spring and start your labors anew

When you will rise with the chirping of young birds and the birth of new flowers

When the sun is far below its zenith and night is in its full bloom of darkness

Fall deep into your slumber while the thick, white blanket is pulled up

Over barren hills

Winter is no death

Merely slumber

I’ll wait patiently, stoking wood fires, waiting for you to rise again and feed summer’s sweltering furnace

I’ll retreat from the cold and damp with my chili and lose myself in a book or so while you slumber and

I wonder when you sleep, like me, do you dream

Do you dream of marigolds and hummingbirds?

Or the crack of the bat and children giggling as they splash in pools

Do you dream of the music of outdoor concerts?

Or prefer your own songs of birds and wind and thunder and lightning?

Of what do you dream when you sleep Mother?

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I find this to be outstanding. It is awash in vivid imagery and makes me feel warm and cold and hopeful and satisfied all at once. I especially like that you even came after my sense of taste with your autumn chili.

An impressive first post my friend.

[Emily B]

This is gorgeous, flowing and peaceful. A loving tribute to our Mother :)

Your name looked familiar, I think maybe I've seen you on Jerry's facebook page