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Peter Makuck: Winter Morning
I kill the TV news
then sit in a silence some say
is God’s music and
let the living room focus.
My mother’s maple rocker,
this hand-made mug
that held my father’s coffee
now holding mine.
A wide beam of sun inches
across the Persian rug—
patterns I’ve never noticed.
I pat the arm of the sofa
and in the slanted sun shaft
dozens of dust motes
lift float spark
and mesmerize.
I pat the arm
and the dust performs again
until the last bit of glitter.
At the window,
coffee in hand,
I’m just in time to see
a painted bunting
settle on the porch feeder.
A bunting, rare
at this time of year.
I stand and sip,
sip and watch
the morning news.
Copyright 2023 Peter Makuck
Peter Makuck’s many books include Long Lens: New and Selected Poems (BOA, 2010). He lives in Wilmington, North Carolina.
Painted Bunting (photo by Steve Byland)
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This poem gives me a sense of absolutely peace. Thank you.
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Yes, there’s an almost Zen-like attention to the moment in this poem. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful poem! And great photo. Cheered my morning. Thank you.
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Thanks, Maggie! I love the profound clarity of Peter’s poems.
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