You sang me a song of winter gardens
in the long ago. You sang me a song
of small creatures in their dens
hiding beneath the snow.
You sang me a necklace of thornberries
as December winds blew cold.
The lighted windows of our home
pierced the darkness, shining gold.
I am older now, with empty pockets,
my heart touched by winter frost.
I sing you back a homeward song,
so you won't be forever lost.
for Shay's Word List. I am travelling today (again!) so will return visits as I am able.
Your poem's imagery is tender and deeply moving. It evokes a poignant blend of nostalgia and love. So beautiful, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI love the comforting rhythm of this poem - as tender and as comforting as a winter lullaby
ReplyDeleteThis is a very pretty, wistful and gentle rhyme, Sherry. Simply said and lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely songs, remembered, and crafted, and sung now, this "homeward song" that reaches through separation to pierce the darkness with light. So moving because so real.
ReplyDeleteIt is always a delight when you rhyme Sherry and this poem truly stirred my heart strings. A lovely poem my friend!
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of children and lullabies and the warmth we try to give each other down the years and across generations through simple gestures, simple rituals, like this beautiful song of yours, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis made me think of loss, of memories of lullabies once sung into an ear, and now sung to reach into the universe.
ReplyDeleteI could not stop thinking about my mother as I read your lovely poem .... oh, how I miss her sweetness, her grace .... she raised us well.
ReplyDeleteLovely and homeward it takes us.
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