• dress code

    by  • January 3, 2018 • depression, hope, poetry • 3 Comments

    I offer an out-of-season weather poem, based on a first line I found in notes for an older version of this poem. Stay warm and dry, friends.

    dress code

    I dress myself with rain,
    shape a hat out of clouds,
    make a scarf of the wind,

    wrap myself in a coat
    of many shadows—
    with pockets of light

    I know it’s winter—
    the frost clings to the
    windows like star shine

    the low-riding sun slings
    its rays across the room,
    igniting the dust of hope

    that hangs in the air inside,
    where I am: caught up
    in the weather of my heart

    so I dress myself with rain
    shape a hat out of clouds,
    make a scarf of the wind . . .

    Peace,
    Milton

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    3 Responses to dress code

    1. January 3, 2018 at 11:18 am

      Very nice, thank you.

    2. Phyllis Beno
      January 3, 2018 at 5:35 pm

      Ah…just finished bringing in firewood and found your poem. It spoke to me. Stay warm and well.

    3. January 3, 2018 at 9:25 pm

      Love this.

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