Winter

Dasim

 

The frosty windowpane

Blurs the willow’s leaves

Gently dancing the morning breeze.

Memories, pale with age

Flash vividly for a moment,

And quickly disappear.                                                         

Sorrow and laughter,

Reconciled at last,

Join hands and accept each other.

The heart remembers

Love given and received,

Lessons learned and forgotten,

Promises kept or not.

Childhood prayers

Return to welcoming lips                                                                             

And discarded dreams

Briefly nest once more

On a chest warm with longing

Before fading again.

Dreamy eyes understand

And instantly forgive

Without so much as a whisper.

Early sunlight kisses the eyes,

This time from inside.

The hand holds a small handkerchief

Still damp with morning tears.

  • Author: Dasim (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2020 15:57
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    ANGELA HERE - Good Evening Friend - Welcome to MPS it is a Proactive Site & operates by Reading (& Commenting if you wish) on each others Poems ! Thanks for your first Poem - Free Verse - Excellent in Rhythm & Subject (Memories in Winter). We are in the UK (near LONDON) but our experience is that Winter comes Early in the Northern States ! As I look back on the past (Im 32) I remember *Love given & Love recieved* especially in the Winter ! I have been married to BRIAN for 6 Months - but prior to that I would relive Lessons Learned in discarded dreams ! This often led to morning tears ! This is a beautiful *Love Poem* which I am sure many will empathise with - Thanks for sharing. Please visit our site - Thanks !

    Blessing & Peace & Joy to You & Yours
    Angela - Brian & Smokey Cat ! ! !

  • Crowns4Christ

    brilliantly worded,great job!welcome to the mps family

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful emotive write Dasim.

    Welcome to MPS.



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