Sail safely my darling and come back to me
Let my love shield you from the storms at sea
Remember my kiss soft on your sweet lips
Let it warm your heart when the mercury dips
Hold me in your heart and you’ll be in mine
Trust that we’ll be holding each other again in no time
Think of my touch when your heart longs for me
think of me when you’re cold and weary
When the wind blows sharp and sheer
Know that I will be waiting for you, right here
It’s February
the soft stones
are still hard
among the eaves
clinging to the river
Please don't open the dam,
Violently flood fresh water with salt.
It's been about time this bridge will weather and collapse.
Though my cupped hands ache for brine,
You keep me longing for the glow with a bright smile on my face.
I need to keep smiling, because the glow will never stop.
It could never stop, and that can mean just so much.
Label it the cradle of my hurt, if you would
Though they'd see it was only blue sunset at best.
Back to the days when basking in the blue
Was all I could truly stand to do
Spent twelve months anticipating the end of the world, and it's still yet to face my share.
So cheers to us. Lest we diminish. Let's idle at the enscarpment's edge
As if we'll reduce this tearing of threads.
Leeching about my life the way I do – it's a shame, and to what end?
To what end do I learn that, eventually, every lesson teaches the same.
No, it's not you. No, it never really was.
So drop the dagger, buddy.
You must fix your heart.
February Gray
The weather and my mood, dismal as KING 5’s Headline News
reports of politics, war and a cold rain forecast for tomorrow,
makes me take a break from TV or staring out the window
at gray Seattle skies to take a walk down on the waterfront.
Only 5PM, yet pier 62 dock lights are already on, pale and heatless
halos of dimness in the hard as iron air slowing everything down.
Dark waves caress the seawall, rolling rhythms of shushing silence
murmuring me to wonder, When was the last time we whispered?
Suddenly, as if a dream could control weather, the sky brightens.
Beams of soft sunlight, glowing rays from a blue lip on the horizon,
radiate a warmth felt on my face. I smile for the first time this day,
as wet forecasts and despairing news recede with the setting sun.
I feel the frost is coming,
the wind now chills my bones.
What once was warm a week ago,
the cold now solemnly owns.
Hearing chirping
First bird speak in a while
I go still
Hoping to hear more
All is silent
If February had, at least,
Another couple days,
We wouldn’t look for spring
In all the normal kinds of ways.
If it feels cold, we’d simply shrug -
It’s winter, after all -
And when the stores sell chocolate eggs,
We wouldn’t heed the call.
I know it’s just two boxes
On the calendar, but hey -
When February starts to March,
We know that April May!*
*thanks to my 11 year old grandson for that!
A February Walk
Nice cool weather
Bright cloudy sky
Peaceful quiet lake
Resting seagulls,
Swans and pigeons
Shadows of trees
Again changed and
Cleared everything
By a great walk
Life's First Unspoken Law
(A lone voice whispers)
You do know deep love
Even if it sometimes hurts
From separation from family or friends who have crossed over
And all things left may seem broken or unfinished
It does not rust
Like iron or steel abandoned in one of life's forbidden forests
But forever will bloom and flow like a torrent
Throughout you
Like a soft hurricane filled with golden ethereal dust
For the gift given by your chosen God at your birth
Through its unspoken Life's First Law
Which says in it, you must trust
Love and let yourself be loved from the first day of your birth
And your memory will never be extinguished and left to be vanquished and relinquished
By anyone who knows you
As you live with love and exchange love
Like your God,
Your king
Once wished
Before you were born
Here on Earth
(C) Copyright John Duffy
In icy peaks, your name is born,
Hima, a whisper of winter's morn.
Bindu, a droplet, pure and fine,
Together merged, a beauty divine.
Like snowflakes gently falling deep,
Your heart remains, in slumber, keep.
Bindu's tiny form, a universe holds,
Reflecting dreams, like winter's tales unfold.
In frozen landscapes, your soul takes flight,
A gentle breeze stirs, on a winter's night.
Himabindu, a name of serene might,
Shining bright, like stars in morning light.
May your name guide you, through life's design,
As a symbol of hope, in winter's confine.
Himabindu, a beauty, forever in our sight,
A shining star, on a clear, cold winter's night.
As the pale apricot sunrises
casting glowing illuminations
all around
Revealing thick creek rise
from the storms
that rolled around
Hoar's frost has
wet dew bound
so, there isn't a dripping dew sound
Oh! bitter cold morn
gnawing at my face
when will spring surface?
Shivering from the cold
close the door
and go inside
steel skies
blinding sun
Georgia’s Winter
praising arms of oaks
bare
hopeful for buds, for Spring
will soon appear; daffodils
will break the earth; proclamation
all things are new, again, renewed; rain
mixed with thunder and lightning; grace puddles
As the apricot sun rises,
In the hollow creek rise flows like fog
Biting cold surrounds me
Shivering happens from my toes up
The warmth of the house's interior
Invites me to come in
Even though duty awaits the housewife
A day of ordinary begins
The shower out there fully clothed in snow,
An a.m. stays, so will I remember —
A kiss let go in cold air, heaven white —
The very look of you through aspen boughs,
How midnight blew while icicles scattered —
Our first hours quiet under snow's brief time,
There melting in snow, our bodies, thinning,
Us giving in our heat into Winter —
I shook myself on brass; yourself was mine.
We've made baby snow angels imprinting —
Early morning chimes.
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