Domestic Sails

by Kim Adamson

I rise early

Raise the blinds

Set an eye to the skies.

No clouds in sight

Glimmer of sunshine

Brisk spring breeze

Rustles the trees 

‘Tis a fine day

To hoist the domestic sails.

With each clip I secure

Each sail snaps in my face.

My fingertips numb

And redden from exposure. 

At my heel the dog

Braves the hours and elements

Patiently watches my labors.

At the end of the day I lower the sails

Fold, stow them safely away.

‘Til I next

Hoist the domestic sails.