I Carry

Over the Garden, Peggy encouraged us to write a poem about something we carry! 

I carry (carried)
sifted flour clouds
tucked between
measured quarts of sunshine
folded with vanilla dreams

I carry(carried)
tickled pink seeds
against perennial blue skies
planted in green polka dotted edges


I carry(carried)
curled manila paper
with pigments of day
against blood red poppies
fragile signatures


I carry(carried)
sun's dial
down garden's concrete steps
cutting through fog n' shadows
timeless weeds poke out
frozen webs of fingerprints linger


I carry(carried)
night's velvet cloak
with a pocket of stolen moments
tucked in between secrets
of Reindeer moss,
a Cardinal's feather and
a tiny shell-
a crumbled paper
bursts my stethoscope mood


I carry(carried) moonlight's
paint brush
it seeps onto my fingers
bridging silver leaf into
my sea salt mood
I varnish blue imbedded ripples
for strolling couples smitten with
night light's shimmering veil
 earlier I wished I had found copper
to paint the slice of orange sunset
but I only had magenta
to bleed into the wet feathers
of day.

I carry(carried)
fragrant perfume

and dab its scent on green heart vines

enchanting rabbits

risk their lives to 

nibble at Lunar's feet

hoping hound is sleeping.

I carry(carried)

a song in my heart

it lingers between Earl Gray time

and dusk

it sings lyrical notes of chickadees in winter

waiting for spring. 

I'm tired!

© Ellen Wilson