I wake and find the dark
Wait, and find the merest
blush of pink to the north
Reach toward you in the dim
fertile morning air
Go looking for your weather
In the dead that's winter,
seeking a day, a week with
no ice in it. One moment
where the green remembers
its past at last
Seeking heat, seeking flower
bower, dream. Sweet film
of sweat collecting on the
upper lip The soft explosion
of flower at stem's end
A small blue bird's warning call
Recalling, no, reliving, our
time together -- your hand
at my waist or elbow or breast
warm and living, giving
Heart exploding in that hand
Tomorrow now become this day
that day which must be lived in
What hope and joy imagined
or remembered
only real in this moment and no other
So today, at last, as every day
Today, we begin, again
Taking this first step
again
And again.
jjl
21 January 2009
8 comments:
In high New Mexico, almost a mile up, daffodils are poking up through the dirt. Just thought you'd like to know there's spring-time coming in some places.
Thank you! Good to know. . . . I'd suspected as much. . . .
This is one of my favourites of your poetry, j~!!
This feels like the turning point:
One moment
where the green remembers
its past at last
When are you going to see about publishing a book of yoour poetry?
Want some publishers' information?
Some day soon, lol! Not just now. But thank you!!
Well, let me know when you're ready. I have a book in hand at the moment called "The 200 Writer's Market" but soon need to pass it back to the friend who loaned it to me. But I can also suggest some publishers based on books of poetry that we have at the Bookshop.
All good. ♥
200 = 2008
Not too many publishers around in the year 200...!
LOL!
What a stunning example of the beauty and warmth that dwells within your heart
It reaches out and draws you to me as never before. . . love, pure and simple, has found us and will be with us forever
How is it that you live so fully in my heart, Love? Just how?
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