douglas Posted March 30, 2016 Share Posted March 30, 2016 With the rains she returns,Her hands extended,Floating softly through the mistsAnd rising vapours.Sweeping silentlyBetween trees,She leaves behind her Droplets of glimmering lightAs the dusk stains the skyDeep silver.She has returned from the NorthBringing the winds and waters.She has returned from the NorthBringing coolness and transformation.I feel her cold caress,The touch of her icy lips on mine.I feel her fine embraceAs she whispers, “It is time.” Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted March 31, 2016 Share Posted March 31, 2016 Like the fluid promise of this. best badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 2, 2016 Share Posted April 2, 2016 Wow, everybody is on their A game here. Douglas, I've never thought of the weather as a she or he... I love how good poetry flicks on a switch inside of the reader's brain. Thanks,~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted May 1, 2016 Share Posted May 1, 2016 I like the refrained, "She has returned from the North." It brings a sense of inevitability and mythic significance to go along with the blended sense of wonder and participation by the narrator. I am also moved by the influence of this personified force, as someone who can either entice or insist as she wishes. Portrayed in lovely lines and pastels, she exerts intense feminine power over the mesmerized speaker. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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