Wendy Meyer Poet Prose Poetry

Seasons and Imaginations

Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.

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Toquyen Harrell October 19, 2013 at 4:08 PM Great one, Wendy. You made the rain seemed so good. I love it! Wendy Meyer October 19, 2013 at 10:23 PM Thank you, Ms. Harrell...your work has taught me that sometimes few words could mean a lot more than so many confusing expressions..so, thank you...--friend, wendy

Richard Lamoureux October 19, 2013 at 8:19 AM Oops forgot to click the 7

Richard Lamoureux October 19, 2013 at 8:18 AM You are a gifted poet, this is an outstanding piece77777 and to my favorites. Wendy Meyer October 19, 2013 at 10:28 PM again, thank you richard for inspiring many with your unmatched work and kind comments...(i dont know about clicking 7 though..but, whatever it is, thank you always)...--wendy

Anne-Lise Andresen October 12, 2013 at 1:18 PM - A wonderful poem. - Feel the cold wind in your face ..... delicious. - Raindrops on your forehead .... delicious - The sun makes your body warm .... delicious .... If we dress for the weather .... are all seasons beautiful. - Thank you, Wendy ! - Have a great weekend. - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Wendy Meyer October 14, 2013 at 4:46 AM Hello Anne,,To my friend from afar, thanks for your beautiful words...

Monterey Sirak October 12, 2013 at 8:16 AM Fantastic! Every word is alive and pulses with its own beat. A symphony of movement, sound and senses. Loved it. Wendy Meyer October 12, 2013 at 1:08 PM Heartfelt thanks to you ms.mont for this inspiring stirring comment ^_^ sometimes a comment like yours is all that matters to a poet...hope to visit your works as well...happy to meet u here..- friend, wendy