CARPET LAYING
by Ann Marie-Spittle
The white, soft, lacework falls softly in the night
As slumbering lay bodies in their bed
Up and up they interlock and make a carpet fit for any God
The cat sits moaning on the icy step
Calling to be let into the warmth
The morning entrances brightly
Echoing of the new laid carpet of pureness
And squirrels dance around the floor
Looking for what they hid not long ago
Then the chatter of the children reaches them
Scurry off to hide in white edged trees
Out into the virgin snow the children scatter
Leaving their marks among the trees
Soon the icy warrior is built
A battle of the fittest soon commences
Shouts of “Not fair” reaches mother
she reacts with a broad smile on her face
Then in for hot toast and a cup of cocoa
Warmth in front of a fire bright
And soon the day is over, but the nighttimes
Bring a new layer to winter’s carpet laying
Wiping the board clean for another day
Bio: Ann Marie-Spittle has been published in this and other websites and in Poetic Hours and Carradog this year for various types of poetry ranging from spiritual to war.
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