It wasn’t all that long ago
I felt a chilling midnight glow –
A soul, silent as the drifting snow,
This lone and wand’ring ghost.
But if I tried to hold her fast,
That silence only freezed my grasp
And forced from me a single gasp –
My heart was hers at once.
She’d glare at me with crystal eyes
Whilst I’d sing hopeful lullabies
Of silence, hoping these complied
With fairness more than most.
Yet if I blinked but only twice
She’d dissipate in streams of ice,
Ample hips deciding splice
Between the storm and sconce.
Oh come to me, my icy muse!
With irises of aqua blue
You signal what I’d give to you
Might soften your reproach.
Norwegian landscape, flushing red,
Betrays the feelings of your head
Although you’d have it smoked than said
Our souls had stuck and hold.
But hailing Spring for us to part,
Briskness, wholly yours in art,
Motivates an early start
Despite a slow approach.
And as I watch your fading shape,
With Platinum hair cut at the nape,
I wake to Winter’s drawing drapes
And quite forget the cold.
Morning's Early Dark 