Today
If
ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so
uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that
it made you want to throw
open
all the windows in the house
and
unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed,
rip the little door from its jamb,
a
day when the cool brick paths
and
the garden bursting with peonies
seemed
so etched in sunlight
that
you felt like taking
a
hammer to the glass paperweight
on
the living room end table,
releasing
the inhabitants
from
their snow-covered cottage
so
they could walk out,
holding
hands and squinting
into
this larger dome of blue and white,
well,
today is just that kind of day.
It's another lovely, sunny day today and I've thrown open my windows to let the fresh air into my house.
The poem 'Today' is all about a Spring day such as this.
When I was a child we had a canary, called Peter, that we kept in a cage. I always felt sorry for him that he could not fly free outside.
When I was a child we had a canary, called Peter, that we kept in a cage. I always felt sorry for him that he could not fly free outside.
Writing prompt: Imagine you are that canary about to be set free from your cage during this time of pandemic. How do you feel? Where would you go? What would you do? Write about it for six minutes and feel free to share your thoughts.
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