New Year's Phoenix: Original Poem

New Year’s Phoenix

This morn

Clatter the blinds
Up.
Slash open
The glistened glass.
Lean out
Into the wet fog.
Breathe spirit.
Exhale frost.
Climb onto
The cold sash.
Crouch on aching
Haunches and
Leap
To the swaying feeder.
Drink red sweetness
Into lesioned cuts
Until they glisten
And pinions
Sprout.
Ruffle,
Leap,
Dive over dry brambles.
Soar.
Wink crimson
Over gray thorns.

Pluck the horizon

Until

Saffron

Seeps

Through.

Lorie Ann Grover, 2016