In her furtherest reaches
there might be apple warm days
where green is gracious in its growing
but here, in the winter of her heart,
is a longing for the North
I have seen planes scribe words in the sky
In my dream, half-frozen and chipping away,
there is an “I almost forgot you” trailing
behind in spring’s vapor,
pulling with it
a security blanket
full of blossoms and birds and summer things
I am done with dapple days, languishing
in your shade that obliterates sharp focus
Winter is the state of heart.
Author notes
Prompt picture http://www.flickr.com/photos/niki-lynn/3331429849/in/photostream/ [alone in the storm]
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Comments
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"In her furtherest reaches
there might be apple warm days
where green is gracious in its growing"
wow. beautiful imagery. it's just such a lovely read
"but here, in the winter of her heart,
is a longing for the North"
really sweet and there is a sense of romantism in this poem.
"I have seen planes scribe words in the sky"
fantastic phrases here to really pull the reader into the poem. great job
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ty so much for the comments and the belief in this poem. I really appreciate it!
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