Poetry – Page 137

Stay with Me

stay a while
sit with me
we’ll watch the sea

grey moves in to darken the sky
the atmosphere changes inside

rain moves on the house windows
meandering water stops my mind

fresh rain smells calm a hot heart
rain dots the wooden window sills

standing and forgetting the sorrow
grasping the raindrops falling soft

You had a Winter Solstice, and I had a Summer Solstice. Yet the moon is the same for both of us.

Looking up, I hold a candle to the sky and thank nature for you. I wonder what you’ll do?

We’ll come together soon to celebrate the light, as we wish for beautiful days together again.

A tidy window
Surrounded by ivy green
Looking to outside

Winter holds you frozen within her frosty grasp,
for she’s waited so long for jealous Autumn to go.

Your heart beats slow in her cold wild arms,
yet she knows Autumn’s fate will be her own.

The snow falls on your hair and face to warm you,
as Winter dances her wild cold dance around you.

You love the way the snow makes your body feel,
for your heart is ice and your veins beat glacial water.

Sleep takes you into Winter’s slender arms again,
yet when you wake, the sun shines down on you.

In the ice, you lay as your heart starts to melt,
then as you look left, and then right, you see.

You slept within the pines last night, to your dismay,
only to find you did sleep between the Snowdrops.

The Snowdrops remind your heart that love is well,
as the shoots rise from the ice to find the sun.

Lake buds bloom blossom
Pink, yellow, white and green scene
Water Lilies blush

missy bling
strutting
chunky gold
plated finery
and
Kitsch
Swarovski

Succulent lover
flowers titillate your mind
geometry dreams

There’s a melody dancing in the wind.

Tiptoeing and fluttering about, the melody moves her to the sound.

Satie’s soft bows from a violin stir her heart as the flowers and trees sway along.

In the distance, he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.

You said my name each time I came back to you. I always returned to you, and you always tried to save me.

As the sunsets in 2018, I remember your words and my name; my name I do not utter.

Should I be myself, or is it just a word?

I’m sure you would know, but you are in the clouds, and I’m down here calling to you.