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Heron Clan and Poetry Book Club Poem Feb 23 2024
Almost Entirely
She rushed in, and the
smell of coffee-vanilla followed
like toddlers in a game of chase,
as the door clicked behind her.
Closed off in the hall,
the waft of warmth and safety
was cut in half, and it
slammed up against the glass door,
vapor fingers pressed, nose flattened,
peering in at it’s sibling smells
dancing around her inside the office.
The building’s conditioned air grabs them,
peeling them off,
shuffling them down the corridor
to mingle with other chance odors,
other chance memories
someone might catch, from
an isolated scent
of coffee-vanilla rising from the rushing
office temp in braided pigtails and oversized glasses.
Calendar Poem: Like a Comforter for the Soul
The tips of the trees
aflame with Autumn
Color sneaks and peeks from the green
And flicks like freckles
On the arm
of a hairy green bear
Sleeping, slumbering
The clouds playing
Frolicking in a blue quilt
They chase around with the sun
Like the golden ball
That it is,
Warming, then chilling
as it slides down the mountain
Uncovering and hiding
as the clouds dart across its path
Glorious
Color sneaks out and giggles
with the wind as it
tickles, flitters across the river
up the bank
into your heart
Jumping in and out
of warm spots
Green so green that you
could reach right out
and pull it up like a comforter
over your soul.
Dreamland
Slightly anticipating the tiny clock in her head,
She rolled over and followed the dream back to its world.
Random players, spoke random wisdom
In the nerve ending warmth of the down comforter.
Melt flesh to the fibers of the mattress till it jars you to wake,
Hitting bottom of the float in a grinding stop
of daylight.
