Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif/Celebrate

Celebrate The Snow For It Is Not a Permanent Thing/ When the Sun Comes Out It Melts

We are told it is the season to be jolly          celebrate         be of good cheer

I awake each morning            with good intentions              my disposition tenuous

As delicate as the wing of a butterfly        or a rainbow       like melting snow

It appears                    and then it is gone      soon the corners of my mouth turn down

Memory begins to paint its picture    I remember     a beautiful boy           

Strong and blond        a funny character        against all odds we had high hopes              

Your sailor hat cocked to the side       your little black dog at your heels     

what should not happen         happened        one minute you were here    

The next gone             in place of snow         only a memory remains

December 13, 2017

                                   


10 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can see that blond boy, with his little black dog. So poignant, Annell. This time of year does bring memories of those who are no longer with us. I especially like your lines about the spirit, fragile as butterfly wings..........sensitive hearts are touched so deeply.

X said...

My heart aches a bit for you.
Time is so fleeting, and when one is taken from us it is so hard.
A lovely description in the sailor hat. A good memory.
Still the ache.

Susan said...

I see him. Sadness. While every season reminds us of the loss, snow contains that special rapidly erased beauty. May you find comfort and joy this season.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

How quickly our celebrations can turn to mourning, as you well know. Hugs from afar to you during this season, especially, but during all seasons.

Mary said...

OMG, Annell. This is so poignant. One morning here, the next gone. We really need to celebrate what we have WHEN we have it, as tomorrow is so uncertain.

indybev said...

Holiday times seem to bring grief to the fore. Your words tugged at my heart. I'm sending warm hugs.

Thotpurge said...

in place of snow only a memory remains... that is heartbreaking Annell. What is it about festivals and celebrations that brings pain to the forefront. Wishing you comfort and strength.

Sumana Roy said...
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Sumana Roy said...

Life itself is as fragile as the butterfly wings and it's as beautiful. My hugs to you Annell, we're on the same boat. Sigh.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

Moving piece, Annell. Sending hugs your ways!

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