The remains of this day
creak and settle
like timbers around my bed
like boughs abound my head
sighing into steel coils
and old bird feathers.
I open the window
before I go to rest
so that the smell of dew
will bring a hint of you
I rise to catch it
before the robins do.
for Rachel
© christine DINGLEY 2012
Aww… that is so sweet!