In the Cold of Morning…Mourning
A spell of magic broken
Darkness is banished
To hide in gloomy shadows
Dreams persist
Like patches of snow
Hiding under the sage brush
Long after all the other snow
Has melted
In clear light of morning
Like a crystal bell ringing
Across the desert
The vibrations of sound
Travel far in the desert
The sun warms the morning
And the cold heart
Also found under the sage
Still beating
Barely beating
Waiting for twilight
Waiting for your return
November 28, 2019
8 comments:
I really liked how this morning breaks the spell and results in this longing and heartful rendition of waiting for that return. Also, the crystal bell and desert analogy is beautifully done.
The shadow under vegetation, cannot keep out the day for long---and a heart that lives warms up again too. Beautifully expressed.
This is beautiful, my frind. I love th snow hiding under the sage, along with the cold heart....waiting for the loved one's return. My new favourite of yours.
p.s. I smiled to see we both used Morning/Mourningin our poems. Great minds!
Sometimes the wait is long...too long...
Thank you for your response, HA.
Susan thank you for your response to my poem. I have tried three times to comment on your wonderful poem, a perfect poem for sweet memories.
Sherry I tried and tried, and my comment wouldn't stick? Thank you for your comment on my poem. And I loved your poem! ❤️
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