This deliciously spring-like February day with its fresh breezes and happy children watching the laundry waving on the line put all kinds of poetry in my head. A happy wind blew it right into me and here it is.
[Confession: I did not put out to air all of the items listed in this poem!]
The Airing Day
Sweet wind from the southwest the rain mist is sweeping.
Bold blackbirds awaken the sky from its sleeping.
The chillied new year a fresh spring cloak is wearing –
It’s time for the house to turn out for an airing!
Bring out your doilies and tea towels and cosies,
Hang out your pillow shams, blankets and duvets,
Pull out the rugs from the bugs and the dust,
And beat them in league with the wind if you must!
Bring out your mattress, your couch and your foot puff,
Drag out your latch-hooked rugs, all of the floor stuff.
Clear out the nooks and the crannies and closets,
Eradicate all the dust bunny deposits!
Pin pillows to clotheslines, hang bath mats on porch rails,
While breezes turn all of the bedsheets to boat sails.
Old quilts from the closet come out like brave banners,
Exhibiting brisk, unconventional manners.
All of the linens, grown dusty from living
With winter, are waving a giddy thanksgiving!
Fresh air, flood the windows, thrown open to greet you
Spring day, the whole house is delighted to meet you.
- Alyssa Bohon, February 2018