poem by Nicolle Foster
June 1998
anticipating spring ~
awaiting the days I can
sleep under the stars
write poetry
on sun-dappled afternoons
dance in a moonlit garden
swim and paint
and wiggle my toes in the grass
when i feel so alive giddy tingly
i could dance away.
long dreary winter days
leave such a gloom
the darkness sits under my skin
and pouts.
i cannot tolerate one minute longer
as i stand on a chair
tying a knot on the end of a rope
to hang myself wit
and then~ wait~
pop!
suddenly the sun bursts forth
with a splash of yellow warmth.
hooray!!
i step down from the chair
take my rope outside
and i skip rope in the sun.
