I move
In 3/4 time
Softly dancing in
Hollow impressions
Larger strides
Oblige me to
Hop along in his
Bright white
Mirror world
December cloaked
In hoarfrost’s glitter
Left a trail
For me to follow
Golden samaras, their
Percussive whisper
Accompany his
Lonesome melody
Velvet serenade
Muffled by
Fur lined hoods
Entranced, I am
Drawn to his
Reclusive ways
The way he leaves
Crystalline ice
Clinging to red berries
Little diamonds
For the taking
Licked by the tip
Of my tongue
He holds
Day hostage
Gyved in darkness
To be ransomed
Maple syrup drizzled snow
A mitten (or two)
Why don’t you
Wrap those
Foundling scarves
Around a solitary tree
Woven wool banners
Will herald sun’s return
Just behind him now
In love with his
Long limbed gait
I try to interlace
My hand with his
Reaching out, a
Tentative touch
Alas, he is
Too cold to hold
Regretfully I withdraw
My tender affection
Slowing my steps
I watch him
Walk away
Untouched
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (5)
Your poem captures the beauty of winter in a great way. The image of little diamonds on red berries is wonderful to imagine. You describe the cold and the snow with a gentle touch that makes the season seem magical.
Thank you for this, Aspen Marie! I love the positive ending where the wool banners herald the sun’s return. It’s such a beautiful way to look at the winter darkness... knowing the light is just behind him. ❤️
This is quietly gorgeous! It feels like loving something you already know you can’t keep. Really well done. December didn’t reject you, he just teaches love by distance, so spring can recognize your hands when they’re warm again.🍃🥰
That was so sad and relatable. Loved it!
Goddamn lol. This was stunning. Again. At first I thought the heating was hubby then thought something more metaphorical. Who is the woman in the photograph? Well wrought Marie