The Winter between us
Becomes a strain
Sighs like the west wind,
Cool tears like rain.
The time's right for peace now,
For forgiveness to bud
On the soft boughs of lips...
To rekindle warm blood.
We take chances with glances -
Has the air become balmy
In that distance of sofa -
No more icicle army -
The looks, like ice daggers.
The snapped, brittle words...
All gone, and the smiling
Returns like the birds.
A wandering hand
In the fields of affection
Sees prides of swallows spin in our direction.
Now, there's Spring in our steps
As we stand and embrace.
Spat's over. Now let's go
Reproduce all over the place!
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Comments & Feedback (19)
Definitely....a break from the sadness, despair & woe which seems to inflame our creative side so easily! 😌
Your use of words always make your posts come alive...beautiful hun, the best part of falling out is the making up 😜💋
Great imagery glad you share your writing with your loved one mine has no interest in it at all which saddens me a lot
@Fly10 everyone needs a little slice of happy once in a while :-) this was mine. Thanks for reading :-)
@RichWithey lol. Definitely loads of that. And yeh @crowncottage ... That's probably why there's seven children :-)
@sjw ain't it! Might go and start a tiff right now :-) it'll either end in a .. Ahem... Good way or a black eye. Again.
@merlin1038 thanks mate - shame your writing doesn't interest her. It's excellent. She's missing out
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