Susan S. Chambers, Many Rivers Chapter member, explores the awe we can discover each and every day, and especially when we are isolated at home. A notable poet, she shows us how the comfort of a poem can touch us spiritually.

Aubade poem- An aubade is a morning love song (as opposed to a serenade, which is in the evening), or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. 


Aubade: A Morning Routine

Knee reminds me to be cautious.

It only rises from the crumpled quilts

with support of end table and my third leg.

We make a metallic start.


The walk to bathroom, cold tile on bare feet,

the click of my cane.  I flick the light on,

hang my extra appendage on the edge of the counter,

run the hot water, wash off gummy eyes.


Add eye-drops, run a brush through hair snarls,

take morning’s first pill.  Outside my thick windows

a turkey calls.  April is their month of lust.

I peek out to see a brilliant fanned tail strut close by.


This is a celebration, of sorts, my start each day.

I am still here, free of fever, cough or sore throat.

As I limp to my tea, I begin to hum.

Spring creeps closer, steered by the chortle

and mating dance of large birds.  


Even isolated, I can join in the song.


By Susan S. Chambers, 2020