Thursday, July 17, 2014

SMOULDERING

When the brutal sou’westerly booms cold
With shivers from the snows upon the range,
And the beach lies lonely where once I strolled,
Some thoughts of you might bring on climate change.
I recall the tingle of your soft mouth
And kind cuddles gifted only to me.
Memory usurps glacial gusts from the south
And pictures make me long for us to be
Together on the shores of low tide’s seas
Where we can wend our way under the sun
And watch blue waves curl to a gentle breeze
That rouses sea gulls as they make their run.
But now imagination must suffice
As I paddle alone in pools like ice.


No comments: