A Northern Vision
Forest vibrations and snow
This Merry Yuletide
Tag: poet
Changing Colours
Autumn left as Winter dawns,
yet a calm intensity begins.
Linger it does within the hues,
as pink takes blue to indigo.
Crisp longings linger within,
yet the calm sea calls to me.
Missing You
I sit without you
in the quiet nighttime hours
writing poetry
The Disappearing Fog
Enveloped in fog;
driving to nowhere,
we falter.
In the aching abyss,
the fog comes quickly;
we brake.
Voices hold us still;
downtrodden cries,
eerily alive.
We disappear softly;
as if we are nothing,
forever gone.
Roots of Love
Twisted bodies
intertwined
the roots of love
Hemlock dreams
gnarled twists
do devour hearts
Agony & Ecstasy
frozen
together forever
Love’s Word
We look towards the horizon without saying a word;
you, and I know we are beyond those words.
Yet we dream, we laugh, and we think of one word;
we look, we think, and we say love’s word.
Endings
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
The Mirror Ripples
Beyond the mist,
another world.
Here and now,
still in this place.
Viewing the scene,
distorted reflections.
Trees on the surface,
watery reflections.
Deceptively calm,
hidden from sight.
Another world waits;
the mirror ripples.
Moon Gazing
you look to the moon,
the moon looks to you,
in reflections of beauty
The Pyre
The drums move,
one, two, one, two
as if she feels the vibrations.
A shroud for her soft bones,
yet they cannot feel her anymore.
Moorish grey clouds weep tears
as they step and move in time.
At the pyre, the drums beat loud
as they dance and sing for her.
C & K 