Poem: Waking


By M.R. Baird

This morning

A cornice of ice

Eyelid of the mountain

Half closed to blink

And freefall

Off that field of grey

Sky plow

Clear a view,

White on white

The light let in again,

Winter flower

Sharing its sweet fragrance

Draws open in the room,

To deepen the offering

Its true nature

Permeates my body,

So happiness,

Here we go.

Rachel Baird spends her winters walking Dogfish Bar for poetic inspiration.