Today's Lark

Taking my cue from ReadWritePoem's NaPoWriMo Day #1 prompt, which is for a shuffle-a-poem (drawn from setting one's iPOD or iTunes to shuffle, and then using the titles of first five songs), I came up with this:

(All ritual apologies apply -- just sneezed it out, didn't edit it much, it's a first draft, etc., ad nauseam)

She hears the lark
in the clear air
outside her frosted window;
she hears, too, the
carpenters
whacking hammers
on wood; 
the sun streams
bright, in
sky blue
flecked with movie-perfect clouds,
light glaring off the rime;
but she is
raining on the inside,
aching for an
old-fashioned Christmas;
she puts
"Ave Maria"
on the iPOD
--Pavarotti,
if you're curious --
but she cannot
make herself
forget that it's really
Easter.
She hunkers like
the hobbit
in the hole
beneath the hill,
and waits for
her cartoon-perfect cloud
to lift.


[Ed.- My five shuffled song/audio titles included "An Old-Fashioned Christmas," by the Carpenters;  "Ave Maria;"  "The Hobbit;"  "The Lark in the Air," by Loreena McKennit;  and "Raining on the Inside," by Amy Grant.  LOL!]