wintering

ahhh, sweet winter mornings...
the sweetest of mournings
comes out of your light lacking skies,
when words are unable
to put on the table
your beauty as seen by my eyes.

the wish for a sunbeam
removing my last dream
and teaching my hope how to glow,
the branch of a pine tree,
the taste of my sage tea,
the sound of my footsteps on snow.

the smoke growing idly
from chimneys, the widely
spread fields 'neath a silence so deep,
and waiting the quiver
of morning, the river
renounces its ice-covered sleep.

the dark slowly rising,
the ever surprising
reflections of dawn on your white,
the sunlight that blesses
your frosty caresses –
my skin's masochistic delight.

the only true anguish
is that i still languish
sometimes for the days of my green
whenever my old bones
feel more like some cold stones
because of your chilly routine.

my sweet dawns of yearning
for lost youth returning,
rush not into going away!
just pity a writer
whose tresses grow whiter
and whom words too little obey.

i'm old and i know it,
i know that i show it
the more in your presence of frost,
but sweet winter mornings,
the pain and the warnings
are nothing but part of the cost.

each life has its seasons,
each passage its reasons,
from spring unto summer and fall –
so now that you're here,
my winter so dear,
i love you the way i loved all.






Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2014-01-05 at 10:58

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Rob Graber
This makes winter more bearable--a fine write, Lily!
2014-01-07


Ivan R
Ahhh, sweet winter poems... :)

What a great piece. Of writing, of feeling, of rythm and emotion and heart... the way that it's written is like a song, but more as a poem, when read and watched. Beautiful.
2014-01-07


shells
Sheer pleasure, I loved the first two lines, beautifully rhymed and perfectly rounded off with your final line which sums up the piece, much enjoyed.
2014-01-07


countryfog
Your attention not just to the details but to the meter and rhyme that seem perfectly suited to what you see and what you feel . . . something few can do and fewer do well.

The morning here seem anything but sweet . . . more than a foot of snow, wind chill thirty below zero, beautiful yes but also dangerous. I too "wish for a sunbeam."
2014-01-06


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful Liliana

Elle x
2014-01-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent!
2014-01-05