Waiting
When you die, it will be
Spring, I know, and May will shake
her rose-drenched hair over me.
You will lean your marbled time
on my shoulder, but I will not care,
will let the rain bend boughs, wash away
the winter sepulchre where your hands
froze and pinned the stemless flower of action.
Winter!
maybe we will still see snow falling like white hot embers, landing on our skin, and melting, as passionate thoughts melt our hearts......please dont let it die yet....smiles
always your words are wonderful Ms Paula
Posted by: kennyboy | March 05, 2008 at 11:03 PM
Death, life and renewal. Lovely.
Posted by: Dick | March 07, 2008 at 02:07 PM
Kennyboy, Dick,
thanks.
Posted by: Paula | March 14, 2008 at 01:07 AM
another good one my friend. glad to see the Muse is still near you and offering inspiration. Good luck on the 30 day thing.
Posted by: kenn | March 31, 2008 at 09:23 AM