Winter Somnolence

by Lisa Fields

In the chill of morning torpor,

I warm to the sun’s

tenuous reach-

glittering fingers

uncurled                                                   

above

night’s cold surface

Too quickly past its zenith

I watch the darkness

seep into my seams

moving in dream time slowness

the sway of sycamore leaf

in wind’s lightest whisper-

firm to the branch,

leaf buds resting

until

the arc rises, high and long

to open the flow

from sluggish veins

and stir awake

the

somnolent cells

                 

12-20-18

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Lisa Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico. Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings, Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a self-employed advisor.