Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change
I am waiting for the season to relinquish its hold
like the frost on the rooftops, the snow at my door
sooner or later will be no more...
I am watching the pine tree swaying in the cold sun
dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day
A piano plays softly in the background
as I sit here contented as a well fed cat
Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change
From my rocking chair, lavender fields remembered
sun born kisses with eyelet flashes of white linen
suntanned arms raised before a blue, blue ocean
airborne on a surfing board secured as an eagle
like a beach boy I flew, and who ever knew
She came to me like an August dream and
slipped her tiny hand in mine, we became one
like the summer stars in the sky when they bly
from my rocking chair lavender fields, I remember
Winter enclosures well aged in composure I sit to admire
the view, amazed at how everything secretly, expires.
EVERYTHING SECRETLY EXPIRES...TO FORM SWEET MEMORIES, WHICH RETURNS TO INSPIRE. LIKE A WARM BLANKET, SO WELL DONE...THANK YOU MYSTIC. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
A songwriter told us "You are the promised kiss of Springtime,
that makes the lonely Winter seem long." He warmed it up, but you
gave it life. Such a pleasure to read...
It looks like your readers were in that rocking chair with you, for they write of the peace and content found in your lines. They are so very graceful, Mystic, as is your name, and the delicacy and sensitivity of your writings before and beyond this one. My favorite lines are: the image of branches dipping in the wind, and “A piano plays softly” (I’m listening to the piano music of Dustin O’Halloran {Opus 26 from his LIKE CRAZY album —velvety compositions} and how unique is your “…eyelet flashes of white linen” and for the grandmother in me, “slipped her tiny hand in mine, we became one”. I just love that, Mystic Rose! I’m grateful your writing isn’t secretly expiring. In fact, it never will. Namaste ~~ djl
I have no memory of seeing a lavender field, but just this morning, I saw a redbud tree in bloom and it matched the lavender in the field near perfectly. But there was no field, not even the bluebonnets and no chair.
From your poem I believe you wrote as though you were there one time and place.
Ron
Reviewed by JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2024
I am watching the pine tree swaying in the cold sun
dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day
A piano plays softly in the background. Beautifully stated..cozy and comforting imagery):
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that makes the lonely Winter seem long." He warmed it up, but you
gave it life. Such a pleasure to read...
This lovely poem brings back memories to me. So glad I took time to read it, dear Mystic Rose.
From your poem I believe you wrote as though you were there one time and place.
Ron
dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day
A piano plays softly in the background. Beautifully stated..cozy and comforting imagery):