I write of love for my family, friends, and home. Yet, ink halts the flow of emotion to page when I attempt to write of my love for you. The deep sentiment I feel translates tritely to the page, while my soul yearns to write lyrics for the love song my heart endlessly hums. Listen, then, to the silent lyrics penned in tender eyes and gentle touch, for it is there that my heart’s song is rendered.
Woozy, wheezy
Coughy, queasy
Throat is rough and raw.
Droopy, drowsy
Feeling lousy
Barfy, bloated, blah.
Sniffley, snivelly
Snort uncivilly
Sounding like a sow.
Rubbing noses
I suppose is
Peck to pick for now.
I.
The drone of demands
Briefly switched with hushed stillness
As leaves fall like snow
II.
Horns, sirens, red lights
Renounced for crimson-dappled
Pine needle footpaths
III.
Here, silence is found
Not in lack of sound, but in
Raindrops on crisp leaves.
IV.
Crickets and songbirds
Harmonize with the tall pines,
Singing as they sway.
V.
Cabin-bound evening
As fierce autumn storms descend,
But can’t dampen joy.
VI.
Unseasonal warmth
Gives way to plummeting temps.
Two hearts find kindling.
VII.
Sizzling bacon
Crackling fire in the hearth
Savoring morning
VIII.
In vain, camera’s eye
Tries to mimic that which is
Creator-endowed
IX.
Sun warms exposed skin
As chilled air caresses same.
Season of wonder.
X.
Grateful for God’s gifts
As autumn’s palette fades, and
Our road now leads home
@Marie Elena Good, 2014
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