and its shadow

Opening my eyes
in the morning this day
into grey light
black branches suspended
between my window and the sky–

the calendar says spring
as I pull the comforter closer
and my thoughts wander
into the kitchen.

My body soon follows
the promise of coffee
warming bare feet
cold floor
distracted mind–

Looking out now–
is that a robin?
No, a sparrow, still–
but the blue jay tells me
he’s somewhere close by.

When will the world reverse
itself, green, full once again
of uncontained expectation?

I sip my coffee,
the aroma comfortable,
friendly.
Its bitter taste
sharpens my mind.

There’s a black hole
covering the front page
of the news.

Oh yes.

No surprise there.

NaPoWriMo wanted a poem about a season and our senses and a question.  This came from notes I wrote the morning early in April that I picked up the newspaper outside to see a photo of a black hole taking up the entire top half of the page.