Elul 15: Change

A tuft of grass
sticking out through the snow.

A bud,
with fur like a kitten
and green the color of an unripe olive.

The sound of
gnawing relentlessly and
walnut stains splattered
across the sidewalk.

The sharp pang
all the way up in my sinuses
and the smell of shoveling to come.

My world changes so reliably
I often forget that
I change, too.

This poem is in a series written during Elul, the Jewish month of reflection and repentance leading up to the Jewish New Year and Day of Atonement. The project is inspired by Rabbi Phyllis Anna Somer, @imabima. More info on her blog Ima on (and off) the Bima.


~ by ettaqueen on September 27, 2016.

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