Morning Walk
by S. Thomas Summers
This sleeping birch scatters
its leaves on the wet grass
like a thousand pink tongues.
A wedge of geese splits the air
beneath the clouds, content
to ignore my admiration. Cold
air wraps itself around my neck
like a snake, reminds me my poem
waits at home. Kick balls litter
the backyard like purple
planets. You’re at the sink
washing egg yolk off
the plate I used for breakfast.
Through the window I can see you’ve
taken a bath - hair still laden
with moisture. I imagine your
feet are bare, just starting to chill.
S. THOMAS SUMMERS is a teacher of English at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne, NJ. His book "Death settled well" was the winner of Shadow Poetry's 7th bi-annual chapbook competition. It is available for purchase at www.shadowpoetry.com.
This sleeping birch scatters
its leaves on the wet grass
like a thousand pink tongues.
A wedge of geese splits the air
beneath the clouds, content
to ignore my admiration. Cold
air wraps itself around my neck
like a snake, reminds me my poem
waits at home. Kick balls litter
the backyard like purple
planets. You’re at the sink
washing egg yolk off
the plate I used for breakfast.
Through the window I can see you’ve
taken a bath - hair still laden
with moisture. I imagine your
feet are bare, just starting to chill.
S. THOMAS SUMMERS is a teacher of English at Wayne Hills High School in Wayne, NJ. His book "Death settled well" was the winner of Shadow Poetry's 7th bi-annual chapbook competition. It is available for purchase at www.shadowpoetry.com.
