Spring Cleaning

February 25, 2018by DyAnne Korda

I will ask rain to bless the bear claws

that I wrapped in purple silk and hid

in my desk drawer. I will light candles

since garden seeds have arrived. I will

drink mint tea to purge bellyaches

while I free pent-up, pushed-down dreams.

I will respect the magic of words. I will

visit the woods to memorize how sunlight

touches every tree, stone and weed

from dawn to dusk. On Leap Year Day,

we left the town my family never left.

So I will honor our journey and the years

we’ve lived on the edge of wilderness.

And yet, I wake from winter slowly,

every morning of my life.