February 2006
Mitten
Day unfolds
Enveloping the traveling bodies
Black, metal frame
Wobbles gracefully
Spokes spin
The front wicker basket
Brushes the chrome handlebars
Empty and light as air
Frosty rings the metal bell
Small child
Takes the seat behind
Bobbing, blonde hair
Clad in blue
Crisp is the morning air
The mitten falls
Like a fluttering leaf
The frost-bitten, earth
Opens her bitter mouth
To swallow the
Smoky blue puffs of yarn
The red-faced child giggles
“Uh-oh mitten gone!”
Time to pedal back
The new found hurry
Punctuates the morning calm
With an icy fury
Faster, faster, faster
Black frame clanging
Child grows suddenly small
Then out of sight
The white breeze rushes
In like
A January curtain
To close on the stillness
Of the newfound day
Mitten
Day unfolds
Enveloping the traveling bodies
Black, metal frame
Wobbles gracefully
Spokes spin
The front wicker basket
Brushes the chrome handlebars
Empty and light as air
Frosty rings the metal bell
Small child
Takes the seat behind
Bobbing, blonde hair
Clad in blue
Crisp is the morning air
The mitten falls
Like a fluttering leaf
The frost-bitten, earth
Opens her bitter mouth
To swallow the
Smoky blue puffs of yarn
The red-faced child giggles
“Uh-oh mitten gone!”
Time to pedal back
The new found hurry
Punctuates the morning calm
With an icy fury
Faster, faster, faster
Black frame clanging
Child grows suddenly small
Then out of sight
The white breeze rushes
In like
A January curtain
To close on the stillness
Of the newfound day
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