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Winter Wait
by Alison McKenzieThe skies were
Crisscrossed in chem trails yesterday,
The evening overcast,
The night stars hidden
From November eyes.
I want to spend Christmas with you,
But time
Will not step aside for reality.
Not yet.
I spent spring
And, later, summer
With men who
Did not see the glint of
Tomorrow in my soul.
They passed away from me,
Leaving limp buds
That never opened,
Then crisped in cruel winds
Meant to sweep away the debris.
Tomorrow is December.
I've prepped the guest room,
And gathered the dust bunnies
For the bin.
I will serve tea in the afternoon,
Stoic biscuits and wordless grace.
I will wait
One last season
For my truest love
To find the treasure in silvering locks,
Comfort in the late-season glimmers
Of hope in these tired orbs. 11/30/2014 Author's Note: For the sometimepoet and hope.
Posted on 11/30/2014
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/30/14 at 08:44 PM Nice work. I like the openheartedness, acceptance of the past and hope for the future. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 12/03/14 at 02:56 PM There is always hope. Hope is what inspires us to keep trying for more. |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 12/03/14 at 10:27 PM "I spent spring and then summer with men who did not see the glint of tomorrow in my soul." This line says it all. This is such a beautiful piece. My heart always softens when any poem talks about tea. Love this allison, thanks for the read |
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