Winter Cleaning

A mostly clean desk.

A mostly clean desk.

Some people look at a beautiful meadow or vast forest and see a wasted space that must be filled: by shopping centers, parking lots, housing developments, or warehouses. I do not share this view. I treasure the empty spaces in the world, because they aren’t really empty. They are filled with life and beauty and silence and the voices of the creatures with whom we share this world.

On the other hand, when it comes to a tabletop or desk, my mind abhors a vacuum. Yesterday I cleaned off my desk for the first time in years. Ever since, whenever I need to put something down, my hand inexorably moves toward that pristine surface. It  jars the eye. It stands out. It doesn’t belong. In a house where nearly every horizontal surface is covered with objects that never quite made it back to their proper places, this shiny wooden desk murmurs softly: “Fill me up, you know you want to.”

So far, I have resisted the impulse to sully this invitingly empty space. In fact, it has inspired me to put more things away, and dust more objects, and vacuum a little further into the corners to reach the dust bunnies that have grown with neglect into dust elephants.

Usually, as Spring begins to poke its welcome nose into the affairs of Winter, the scent of thawing earth inspires me to throw wide the windows and doors and commit a neatness upon the cooped up stuffiness of my wintrified house. This year I seem to be a bit early. Maybe Spring could take the hint.

Gail Hunn ©2014

Haiku

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with mother’s quick brush
the snow gets a makeover
looks pretty again

Posted 26 February 2014

the icicles grow
in the rain and gloom my house
becomes a monster

Posted 20 February 2014

no more hummingbirds
last one seen a week ago
sadness fills my soul

Posted 30 September 2013

in moonlight she spins
pulling the threads together
rebuilding her web

Posted 30 September 2013

clandestine cricket –
talented ventriloquist
of the insect world

Posted 26 September 2013

it’s disconcerting –
praying mantis eyes follow me,
make me feel like prey

Posted 23 September 2013

it’s way too early
to be this cold in the house;
laptop warms my hands

Posted 23 September 2013

Fall is almost here –
walnuts lie smashed on the road
while squirrels court death

Posted 23 September 2013

too much grog had I,
now find meself a-tangled
in the futtock shrouds

Posted 23 September 2013

miss the sun streaming
through the roof making me squint;
it also warmed me

Posted 23 September 2013

fog and overcast
official end of summer
still hot and steamy

Posted 2 September 2013

like a town crier
the finch sits on the rain gauge
singing his heart out

Posted 2 September 2013

the ground is warming
Cicadas stir from slumber
Oh, my aching ears

Posted 10 April 2013

an assembly line
Of stinkbugs, one at a time
They come; Spring is here

Posted 10 April 2013