Whisper of Summer

You never said those words 
They never left your lips
Until now

I thought it, hoped it
Longingly
Then the truth escaped

Like the steamy breath
Of an icy day
In Winter

This is too cold for me
The distance too far
To hear you fully

But my arms are still warm
My heart still beats
My ears miss your voice

I long 
For the forgiveness call
Of Spring

With her green shoots
Of healing stillness 
And hope

The whisper of Summer
The warmness of sun.
Therapy for the soul 

I sit here and meditate
On you; your seasons 
I still love them

Yet the barefoot dancing 
Twirling on the green grass 
In the sunshine.. still my favourite.

Perhaps
After all 
A whisper is all we really need


CV 11.30.24
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Greenhough Avatar
December 3, 2024 at 6:33 PM
A joyful poem that gives comfort. Soft, green grass feels so good on bare feet. I like your images.
Greenhough Avatar
January 4, 2025 at 8:58 AM
I reread this and now realize a heartache. Perhaps green grass is symbolic of recovery.
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