be I
sitting here alone
as the winter sun
blinds then hides
and blinds again
the bright low
merciless light

be I sitting here
as winds
that blow the hands
and brittle fingers be
as I squint
in time
to leafless trees
outside my window
bow and wave to me

be I sitting here
dreaming of kinder days
when swifts and swallows
swish slice
the azure sky
and I still
sitting be
look out upon 
the glistening pasture
regal trees and
heathered mountains

just remembering
the still slow
slanting sun
the day
when we were

Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-15 at 17:45

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I wasn't sure where you were going but I was enjoying the images and the words, but the end turned it into a beautiful poem. So gentle and tender. Love it.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
How gentle you write of those kinder days, I am transported watching the heather, the swifts and dreaming of azure skies

Elle x

Long time no see, a lovely piece, I could do with some "kinder days."

Rob Graber
What a beautiful poem, brought to a perfect end! Nice to see you here again, Peter!