has to have his B
to feel the world is right
With it he can sleep
let the world go away
A common thing
this blankie time
for little ones round the world
Something about a softness
a shield
to sense the world’s in place
Late winter, early spring,
last year’s corn stubble does its thing
capturing the blowing snow
trapped, it is a blankie, a “B”
protecting winter wheat
Often falling silently in the night
it piles like feathers over the fields
gently tucking in the rich black soil
something about a softness
a shield
to sense the world’s in place
mellows with the moisture
freezing, thawing, soaking in
the melting snow
the blanket comes and is pulled back
over and over again
Soon enough machines will roar
and till the earth to plant
but just now rest
sleep well
all is well, all is well
Lin, late winter snow blanket 2/2012
Joe Warfel and his “B”
I remember tiny Harry, with his blankie pulled up over his face, only two little hands showing gripping the top edge of his blankie….
Not to mention his mom…, and her blankie! Or Kate!