He came unannounced...in early springtime...
just as the snowdrops...were stretching through the soil.
As I watched the delicate bulbs dance above ground...
my heart fluttered from breath to breath...sensing his presence.
The air around me...filled with the scent of him.
He aroused the tender of my skin...for his touch...
caressed with the sweet of blossoming fingers.
His steps fell silent...like the sun does to the ground...
yet...my soul felt him moving about...opening doors and windows.
Washed with a healing breeze...I knew that this someone...
loved something in me...this truth brought tears to my eyes.
He invoked love from within... just as my ashes rose to life again.
He is faithful...always comes to find me...before my soul erodes.
Beautifully rendered, my new found friend, and welcome to Authors Den. There is a quite not so subtle hint at reincarnation if I am not mistaken. Lovely poetry! Loved the photo . . .
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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