Only This

Only This

 

If I could, I’d make you heir to water –

clean, pristine,

sans bottle caps & cellophane wraps;

non-toxic rivers & lakes and

oceans of sea turtles, manatees and whales.

I’d leave you air unsullied,

soil unspoiled  

and teeming with trees & native wildflowers

pollinated by a plentitude of species

of butterflies & bees.

I would will you forests –

 swamps, jungles and savannahs

peopled by pandas, elephants,

gorillas, tigers & rhinos;

and a wide sky

occupied by all orders of birds.

If I could, I’d bequeath you

this utopia, nirvana, Camelot, Eden

– perfect planet –

strong, balanced, resilient,

self-sufficient, self-sustaining.

And I’d bestow such an abiding love

that you would (could)

ever

assume

only this:

your just right-

ful place

with-

in

it.

 

 

NOTE:  The above photo is in the public domain because it was solely created by NASA.  NASA copyright policy states that "NASA material is not protected by copyright unless noted". 

 

Poem Inspired by:  Margo Roby’s prompt: “What Will You Leave?”

 http://margoroby.com/2014/01/07/poem-tryouts-what-would-you-leave/

 

See also: Hannah Gosslin’s response to the same prompt 

 http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2014/01/10/this-is-what-ill-leave-for-them/

 

 

 

 

 

Old Man Winter Blues

 Old Man Winter Blues

 

He bellows and wails in the background,

percussion crack-rattling panes,

clattering bones of naked branches beyond.

I huddle deeper into blankets, lingering –  

listening, awaiting her throaty melody, anticipating

her hot convection – previsioning

smoky contralto toasting toes, steaming windows.

She inhales. 

Vaulting from bed into slippers & robe, I bustle,

scatting to the vent,

to savor the sultry bliss of her suspiration – 

bathrobe filling, blowing, billowing

with her warm exhalation.

 

 

photo by PSC 1/7/2014