Sunday, November 13, 2016

November 13, 2016 Waiting for a Change in the Weather/ The Sunday Whirl #274, Sunday's Whirligig #85, Poets United Poets Pantry

Waiting for a Change in the Weather

black eyes flash       rain drops streak the window pane         tears smudge make-up

sparkle like diamonds     there is a certain fear that lays waiting         i want to run

until out of breath           when hope fades      death slips her arm around my shoulders

she reminds me /she is here       she walks with me                holds my hand

i gaze at her                  her long silk skirt brushes the floor           her skirt is black

the color of her eyes       sometimes when living is hard              she pens her answer

she is the only hope                   she is certain                          she is faithful



the building is cold/empty      your footsteps in the hall            echo against the walls

decorated with neglect            the day shifts                              the sun comes out

the weather is warm/indian summer     is it winter yet               a clown appears

rolls/tumbles/tickles             makes us laugh                    to think the weather is warm

yet... it maybe winter          everything is brown        we wait for winter to reveal itself

to cover the world with fashionable winter white     shift our mood      the fire in the hearth

warms the house              we snuggle under the covers               post the letter

with black eyes shining         we dream of spring                        wait for your response



November 13, 2016       

2 comments:

SuyashJ said...

Enjoyed exploring this form with you

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Some cold goes even further than into the bones.