the bluebird sings
yew trees grin
a sunless mourning
snow falls
solemn angels wait,
but it’s winter
white summer heels
petticoat prettied
books, babies, poetry
a tea sandwich
cut in two,
white cold milk
open the bedroom window
but, it’s winter
shh, sleep sleep
beautiful gentle sleep,
a lady always wears gloves
a wobbly knob
a click
the white metal box
hisses
inhale, breathe
black blacker
brilliant blackness
oh the joy
the jubilation,
released
a bluebird sings
the bell jar rings.