if I could unravel the day
at the end of it,
let it hang out the window
and weave itself into the wind
let the crows take what they may
and drag the bits away –
to line nests and tumble down
the sidewalk at dusk,
a curious thread of red
for wandering-hearted walkers
and transient orange cats
to watch and wonder at
© Sarah Whiteley
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Would be fine…if we could unwind so easily…enjoyed this one much!
Hey I Love Orange Cats, Sarah, and others 🙂
Peace to you, my friend
Delightfully visual, Sarah, loved it!
Just love the idea of unravelling a day. I think I am going to go and try it. Thank-you for poem sharing.
To unravel one day is precisely the ticket to
Find the next day ready to knit anew…
🙂 as a knitter, I have to love the knitting reference!
I’ve come back to this one to read again – and to enjoy as much as the first time.
🙂 that’s the nicest compliment, John!
love this one
I meant to respond to this the other day. It was lovely to read at the unwinding of my own day. Thoughtful work. Thank you.
thank you, David! 🙂
Some gorgeous imagery here.
Love the unwinding day. Love the closing lines.