the ice in the air today
feels like relief
a rare december
when the bite of the
air on my face
feels like hope
and the crunch of the grass
is the rhythm
of my march towards you
and all my poems feel half finished
now
and the days are dark right now,
my love
but the in your bones cold
and the frost on the green
means the minutes
count down
again
and the strange wet warmth
of november is no more
and time still ticks slowly, my love
but the ice on the lake
means it is slowly
towards
us.
this.
so this shift, this gift
comes to warm us this first frost
The spindled webs of frozen β
Once cold an ominous
Glisten in the evening sun
Like hope renewed.
More behind than
In front.
The wait turning inwards
As we trudge through a laden land
Boots heavy and treads
Embedded thinks
Traces of us
Once directionless.
Lost
Headed Home.
Mittened hands warm
And waiting to be touched.
The I do of our future
Embalmed in the
Soft winter wind
Of lives half lived.
And waiting to
Start.
Anew.
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Comments (14)
I love the cold and the winter imagery. Such a peaceful and moving piece, i love it! Great work π«Ά
"Of lives half lived."
A sweet, frosty walk through hope and love! The icy metaphors are cool (literally), and that promise of warmth? Total heart-melter. Beautifully done!β¨
This reads like travelling through time, I feel like I am travelling through the hours and the minutes between the cold and the frost. Leading to a gift at the end of this cold path, where I can feel as warm and fulfilled, comforted and content as both you River and you Celia. The rhythm and the beat and how it jumps around, made for a very pleasant and pleasurable read.
Loved your poem - Well done
This is incredibly beautiful. Well done.
Gosh that was remarkably beautiful! Loved your poem so much!
Wow just wow. First I love anything titled the Long Road⦠So many lines tugged at me in this one. I really hope vocal recognizes it.
Absolutely beautiful rhythm and flow.
I am thinking as I read this that the journey of love is never smooth. Poignant and beautiful.
this makes so many emotions churn. Well written, my friends!
Wow. Beautiful. Word choice throughout is top notch. Feels romantic and mournful and comforting at the same time.
amazing poem! "Mittened hands warm And waiting to be touched." I love this line so much
"spindled... embedded... embalmed..." i'm wrapped in your imagery. beautifully penned.