Beautiful Sadness

BEAUTIFUL SADNESS “The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.” William C. Bryant Does she hear the tinkling bell in her sweltering state? No breath seems to touch her face nor move her hair out of place. The wan dove seems beautiful ~ he says, “she’s mine,” in disbelief. He says this on a loop but she never embraces his hook. She clings to dust and nothing more. The x-ray mirror probes her bony exterior, where her lips neither pout nor grin, barely touch in chagrin. He sees they’re slightly pink and his heart pounds in his chest. This melancholic queen’s all his. In wintermoon she moans, though she walks amidst the lilies of Spring. The leaves fall all around her, though they cling to majestic oaks. Pine needles fall from her fingers - though for her love, he sees Christmas trees rainbow bright, sashaying with silver and golden garland, “mine,” like a starling he chirps and the bluebird of happiness galls her though she’ll never let him go. melancholy deep dark and beautiful - naked void with shutter-eyes custodian sculpts goddess so lofty he can’t reach her 7/19/2019 Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest Sponsor: Dear Heart