If the weather is bedding

If weather is bedding

and it so often is

cloud pillows

blanketing heat

sheets of lightning

then the continental

coverlet of February

has slipped sideways

as if after a kicking night

in which all came untucked

and we wake in the dark

coldly exposed to a damp chill wind

groping for even the ruffled edge

to get our fingers gripped

and haul back the warm

while on the other side

they toss feverish

in the unaccustomed heat

of the doubled over weight

of summer’s quilt


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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