Jean McLeod’s most recent poem to appear here was Wishing Home (September 2012).
This Time of Year
By Jean McLeod
my heart sips grief,
less a deluge
than a gentle rain.
Almost enough are memories
of heat lightning a thousand miles ago.
Who, after all, would stay in Eden
when there is a wider world?
I’ll soon finish carrying this longing
close to my breast, like a precious child
pull an apple from my pocket
and hold it, red, against gray mist.
less a deluge
than a gentle rain.
Almost enough are memories
of heat lightning a thousand miles ago.
Who, after all, would stay in Eden
when there is a wider world?
I’ll soon finish carrying this longing
close to my breast, like a precious child
pull an apple from my pocket
and hold it, red, against gray mist.
Jean, because poets still spin words into webs of beauty as you have in This Time of Year, the day is light and bright. Thank you. Sharon
beautiful, Jean.
Sharon, your comment is more eloquent than my poem. Thank you so much.
Thanks so much, Jeannette!
I love the first line. This a lovely and loving poem. Here is something i just noticed: Put the last four lines after the first three, and you have the essence of this piece.
Wow, Bobbie. You are so right. Thank you for an astute observation that will improve the poem!
You are welcome!