tangled

tonight the sun
thought to slip away
– secret, unnoticed –

but has instead
become tangled
in the branches
of the plum

which sways as
close to the glow
as it might manage –

in just the same way
I once crossed
a kitchen floor

to taste the warmth
of your torch
against my lips

© Sarah Whiteley

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reluctance

seems every corner these days,
yellow reluctance hangs from the trees

but can you maybe see the small promise
in the perchance-forgetfulness
of coming wintry rimes

where we might biding sleep
’til wakened by warmer times

© Sarah Whiteley

a welcoming heart

tonight I am knitting
a tiny sweater
the colors of twilight
so that you (stranger’s babe)
might understand how beautiful
some endings may be

and at the finish,
three little owl buttons
firmly fastened
so that you (sweet mite)
may learn to see the light
through life’s trees

nearly half a mile
of well-wishes in
carefully laid stitches,
so that you (bright spark)
might know the warmth
of a welcoming heart

© Sarah Whiteley

Lately I have been (to my own detriment) so very wrapped up in things that for the most part I cannot control. Finally, I’ve said “that’s enough!” and decided I really needed to do something productive and meaningful that has nothing to do with me or my current frustrations. So I found a hospital on a reservation that accepts donations in the form of warm clothes and blankets for the babies of new mothers and I decided to jump into it whole-heartedly.

I’ve made one rule for myself when I’m knitting these items – I must focus on the recipient of this item and remove all thoughts of my own worries from my head. Every stitch I knit should be done with good thoughts and intentions for this new life just starting out in the world. I’ll post a picture of the sweater when I’m done (I’m loving how it’s turning out). And then I’ll move on to sweater #2 with a more peaceful mind and an even lighter heart.

the uninvited

for once my crows
(my noisome watchers)
ignore the shrill complaints
of a wheeling gull
and crouch instead
on snow-tipped branches,
giving way to the whims
of a relentless wind

I’d invite them in
(my boot-blacked friends)
but they’d tease the dogs,
pluck my bright beads
from the lighted tree
and delightedly unwind
every blessed color
in the overflow of yarn

instead I stay ensconced
in dog-warmed blankets
and startlingly bright socks
and watch them accusingly
hunched in what I imagine
is a crowish glare
willing the chill of winter
through my windows

© Sarah Whiteley

The poor crows! It’s bright and beautiful outside at the moment, but it snowed overnight and there’s a very insistent wind out there with a decidedly arctic chill to it. I was swamped by all 5 of Coyote’s family this morning on my walk and I was sure to give them plenty of treats. I think Freyja was a little offended when the father across the street said “look at the birds!” to his little daughter instead of the usual “look at the doggie in the pretty sweater!”

Today is the perfect sort of day for hot chocolate and my largest knitting project on my lap. From where I sit, I can see the crows coming and going, stopping outside my window to see where the rest of their treats are.