Friday, 1 November 2019


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.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is three-dimensional! Its startlingly clear visuals move when I read the magical words that bring them alive! (the fact I was just starting to wake up might have something to do with it, but now I am FULLY awake, and eager to read it again!)

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