Happy “Birth” Day
“Winter seemed reluctant to release
its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near,
A quickening within, imbued a calming peace,
I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear.
Months of wafting breezes through the sheers,
Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows,
Nestled soft within by cushioned cashmere,
Even as I lazed beneath the willows.
Ticking tocks grow louder on my pillows,
I blindly, bravely, pierce the dark unknown,
to hold on fast, for faith to ride crescendos
of the final wave, to take us home.
I sing with joy, with happiness I weep,
I sing my swaddled, newborn-babe to sleep.
Written for Speakeasy 157. Entries must make some reference to the media prompt above, and begin the piece with the following quote: “Winter seemed reluctant to release it’s hold.”