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Winter Affair


02.20.14 Posted in today's words by

Glenda Council Beall, a Georgia native, lives in Hayesville NC, where she is owner/director of a writing studio, Writers Circle Around the Table. She also teaches writing at Tri-County Community College. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals including Wild Goose Poetry Review, Appalachian Heritage, Main Street Rag, Journal of Kentucky Studies, Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, and Red Owl Magazine, and the anthologies, Kakalak–Anthology of Carolina Poets, 2009, 2011 Poetry Hickory, FutureCycle, Lights in the Mountains, Cup of Comfort for Horse Lovers, Women’s Places Women’s Spaces, On Our Own, Widowhood for Smarties, From Freckles to Wrinkles, and Reach of Song, published by the Georgia Poetry Society. How Might as Well Be Then, a poetry chapbook, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2009. Additionally, Glenda’s short stories and personal essays have been published in online journals and anthologies. She is a member of the NC Writers Network and NCWN West, the Georgia Poetry Society, The Byron Herbert Reece Society and the North Carolina Poetry Society. Visit her blog.

Winter Affair
By Glenda Beall

I have your picture in your mackinaw,
scarf and hat. I keep it on my dresser
near my bed. There was not a sliver
of doubt in my mind, you would return in spring.
I watched you swagger away. You had a plane
to catch. Light from the gunmetal sky illumined
your face–your face that visits my dreams.
My memories of that day are bittersweet,
but lasting. I stand here in the grass
where we once stood. The windmill
slowly turns in the lazy summer breeze.

 



One Response to “Winter Affair”

  1. Christopher J. Roe says:

    A sense of loss and a sense of hope. Like she said, bittersweet. Excellent poem.