POETRY

Of Mornings & Words (A Poem for the Writer’s Life)

of poetry, of coffee, of words & birds

Stir the creamer Watch the drift and fade and disappear like words sinking from my heart to my fingers

Words for Hire Writer, tired Apply within

I take my seat in the ladderback chair overlooking deciduous oak and the rise of pines.

The world outside this window, brown, crackled, shivering off the cold of night. Sunlight picks through the cone jewels and bristle fingers of pine,

sweet pine. I watch a little brown bird warble up and down the neck of a young oak, upside down and inquisitive pecking the bark for insects.

A wasp slaps against the window.

I stir my coffee, mental lists growing; emails, articles, job boards, emails, articles…

I sign on for Zoom, SEO and updates and small talk, video off as my hair is unfixed, my eyes full of sleep and I prefer the company of birds.

Stir the coffee Watch the lift and fade and disappear like words moving through my heart to my fingers, mug-warm and gifted.

Ah, mornings.

Words for Hire Writer, tired Apply within

Thank you for reading this slice-of-life poem by Christina M. Ward. You can find more of her work right here in ILLUMINATION.