The winter and recent pendulum-swing of weather had me thinking of this poem for #ThrowbackThursday, and I decided to remaster it!
I hope each of you experiences beauty today. ☺️
It has been winter so long.
Cold crept in and creaked her bones,
Made her icy to the touch.
She wanted to see the beauty in the snowflakes,
In the shimmer of the endless ice,
But she is buried six-feet deep,
Breathing in shards.
She tried to ward the winter off–
Keep moving, friction forces warmth.
Curled her toes and rubbed her hands together,
Huddled close to someone else’s heat.
But they were temporary flames,
Only candles, blown out in the blizzard of her soul.
Until, unforeseen beneath the grey gloom sky,
The Sun returned. And though so far removed,
Unreachable by tiny, frosted hands,
The strength of its fire lit the sky
And rolled across the earth like liquid gold.
And, softening its strength,
It caressed her frigid fingers. With a crack,
The frozen fissures of her heart are thawed
And melted into clean, spring water.
– s. Clark
The sunlight kissed her skin.
And a kiss it was, of a lost love
In soft, sweet remembrance of joy.
The merry wind breathed against her,
And she laid back beneath it,
Inhaling its rich perfumes.
Water traced her feet in cool caress,
Trickling through her toes.
This was not a day for shoes.
It was a day for tranquil moments,
For reacquaintance of spirits,
It was a day for loves renewed.
– s. Clark