I Wonder (A Poem)

copyright 2009 by M. Dawn Blaloch

I wonder if the grave is cool and quiet
Endless aeons drowsing in the dark.
Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep
repose at last for arm and brain and heart.

Wrapped finally in peaceful dreamless sleep,
despairs all ground to dust, and hopes dissolved;
A chance to still the restless, beating heart,

all loves forgotten and all fears resolved.

A chance to still the restless beating heart

Disperse, at last, the mind's be-fevered riot.

To slip, at last, the bond that bound life to us;

I wonder if the grave is cool and quiet.

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 stlcatlady is a poet, blogger, and freelance writer of short stories, news articles, and other such oddments, many of which center around her favorite subjects: felines , philosophy, and folklore. You may contact her by sending email to stlcatlady1 at gmail dot com. Thanks for reading!

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This morning, I woke up and flung open each one of the upstairs windows that wasn't stuck. As I write, it's a balmy 66 degrees Fahrenheit. A breeze rustles the dry branches of the maple outside my window, still sapless and sleeping her long winter nap.  For the first time in weeks of sub 20 degree weather, I begin to believe again in the arrival of spring. Who can stay indoors on such a day?

Still limping a little from my adventures on the ice, I gather up reading and writing materials, pack up my satchel, and head off to one of the coffee shops I haunt. I am almost delerious with joy. Birds are singing; the earth  smells like spring, as does the air. I'm too gimpy to dance just yet, but I hobble happily along to my destination.

My favorite baristas are manning the counter.