crush of winters ~

21 Monday Feb 2022

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comfort, grace, heat, home, life, love, passions, seasons, time, truth, winter

e’er i decide
some solace to take
in a memory
ten thousand lives old
in the crush
of winters
pressed to my heat
a fire burning
still
where my heart
used to be

. . .

crushed beneath the snow ~

03 Monday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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home, light, love, nature, reminders, snow, sometimes, still, winter

a chill runs deep
as does my love
who
will understand
for every path
another was to claim

years of waiting
worried sick
the sky was soon
to fall
reason come –
carried by
the light

there are rivers
crushed
beneath the snow
tears
I thought were dried
– no way to prove
the way to home
was you

. . .

to the promise of winter ~

09 Thursday Sep 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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autumn, grace, leaves, life, love, memory, nature, november, promise, seasons, trust, winter

forever
I’m bound
to the promise
of winter
a breeze where
November now sleeps
caught a whirlwind
of scarlet embraces
wishes
leaves
as the sun
turned around
a pause in becoming
light through
the branches
a stutter
of breath remembers
me why
billions of years
save one
I am holding –
recalled every time
I was found

. . .

let undone ~

11 Sunday Jul 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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death, dreams, grief, immortality, life, loss, love, nature, poetry, spirit, winter

age is suited
perfectly
to take the last of me –
a willing breath
wreaks of summertime
memories of all
everything
I came to find
pieces stitched together
let undone
who will notice
who will claim
mercies more than doubt
of days before
the end was known –
places dreamed about
who shall mourn
as nights grow long –
the pastures dressed
in snow
who will speak my name
aloud –
when the ground is
hard and cold

. . .

the certainty of time ~

28 Monday Sep 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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chance, destiny, echoes, holding you here, life, love, memory, places we have loved, seasons, spirit, time, winter

are there days
when you are haunted
whispers to your heart –
a melody you gave to me
so long ago

echoes through the winter
where once you gave it reign
without a thought
to losing all
you know

are there mornings
folded soft
against the certainty of time
a sunrise burning hot
against your soul

. . .

once to come ~

30 Monday Dec 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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another time, home, letting go, life, love, memory, reasons, remembrance, spirit, spring, time, truth, winter

breath (2)

I asked you once to come –
when winter was melted
as petals pushed forward
to remember
the home
I described for you
in the silver convergence
of dreams

I asked you come
to stay beyond
leaving
one more time
to hold me together
through another
letting go

I asked you to come
but now –
recalling
has lessened the reasons
for wanting you here
when spring
is returning
– and the winter
so fond in remembrance
has left me
to go

where once I begged you
to come

. . .

a whisper of remember me ~

03 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality, Uncategorized

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acceptance, aging, christmas, comfort, death, forgotten, grief, life, love, nature, seasons, time, voice, winter

backtohome

was a time
I might have fretted –
December days
without a call
a moment of concession
longing miles –
none at all

with a whisper of
remember me
another place
where time began
how funny now
my grieving weighs
each start to start again

January soon will pass
within a numbered
swell of tides
to ease the ache
of missing –
a voice
where love
abides

. . .

things I might have changed ~

03 Monday Dec 2018

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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blessing, goodbye, gratitude, kiss, living, love, nature, one more everything, poet, poetry, promise, seasons, time, winter, wishes

belonging

for another day
a lifetime rent –
for wishes undenied
one last kiss –
one verse upon my brow
too many more
than I endured
to save for any less –
the way I came
much sweeter than before

I only dreamed
to finish here –
until the dying came
until my waiting freed
one more goodbye
– will then I dare
remembrance
of things I might have changed
had winter passed
with not so harsh
a claim

. . .