Wind blows swift, and cool Behind the spectacles it lingers Around the legs, the cheeks, the ears Sparing nought and stinging But the feeling intesifies upon entering A room warmed and dim Where waiting sits tea Ah, Winter. I have waited for thee
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The Leaves, the Books, the Fire
Take the title quite literally, please. It is fall and I am enjoying the season thoroughly. Still perhaps a bit warm for a fire, but I can dream. 🙂 I haven’t got a whole lot to say today, so I shall instead say this: The shadows in one’s mind From hither near to yon Come […]
A Poem About Plans
Yesterday with the mail, it came A parcel of shining gold And within the parcel, pages white Dates for me to yet behold For time in the future A calendar! Empty and vast The plans to be writ in ink And to fill it is today’s task So I know when to think
Alone
Wanderer out alone at night Never touched in mourning light Nor been known by Dawn or Dusk Neither seen by the rest of us Wanderer out beneath the moon Whose soul sings a lonely tune Heart held by walls, locked away Never once invited to stay ~E.G. Stone
Tango
A poem for a Tuesday: The tango of fools Is done on the wire Where one misstep Might mean certain Death Whereas The tango of the wise Is equally sensual Similarly technical Still beautiful But they practised on The ground