Peeking out with eyes still squinting From winters sleep Ears like soldiers standing to attention Rotating to catch the slightest stir In dawn’s awakening How the belly must moan after still dark months [...]
Peeking out with eyes still squinting
From winters sleep
Ears like soldiers standing to attention
Rotating to catch the slightest stir
In dawn’s awakening
How the belly must moan after still dark months.
Yet the senses are alert
Keen as compass needle
With twitching nose drawing in
The lure of longing
Its all about the timing
Would Eliot see it that way
But ‘staying put’ offers no attraction
Needs must meet the morn
Step out, we say,
Risk the new day.
A retired psychotherapist and Speech and Drama teacher Angela now taps in to her sense of curiosity and creativity through writing, playacting, journaling and drawing.
She continues her personal development from a Jungian perspective and loves the connections she has made through this avenue.
