REFLECTION
poetry·@seattlesal·
0.000 HBDREFLECTION
This poem deals with that trickster, perception.  REFLECTION Spring sun streams through a winter grimed window - and happy though I am to welcome warmth returning, such light reveals my lack, reproaches me for months of sloth and grubby indolence - now the search begins for rags and vinegar, energy and resolve yet to emerge like crocus from the glacial sludge of yearly hibernation – still, perhaps a sweeter option opens: wait until the cold sun, that tattle-tale, descends behind the cedar tree, switch on a table lamp - magic! Reflected on the gleaming glass: a perfect room and smiling face. 