I unbox gold trees
trimmed festive red bows
there are amber lights
tricking my eyes - moon-
seeds or neon lights-
cold nights, fevered dreams-
December blues paint
falling snowflakes from
silver dusted sky
still the heat of you
remains - pillows, book-
marks, coffee-stained mugs
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Picture This in Six, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.
I so long for that silver snow.... we have so much rain.. rain. this was lovely to read and imagine.
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful picture painted seasonal tableau - with those lovely touches of warmth
ReplyDeleteSounds there was a lovely visitor whom you miss. Enjoyed the painting you wrote.
ReplyDeleteTwo very different atmospheres between first stanza and second; expectancy in the first and melancholy in the second.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. The missing heat that still remains.
ReplyDeleteI love that warm, intimate close!
ReplyDeleteA very nicely written, tableau, Grace!
ReplyDeleteEven though we don't know the details explicitly of who and when, the feelings are captured so beautifully here, Grace...
ReplyDeleteVery nice
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
Such a beautiful scene you describe
ReplyDeleteYes, and understood.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is so evocative, Grace.
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