Jean McLeod’s most recent poem to appear here was Office Visit (August 2012).
Wishing Home
By Jean McLeod
White curtains billow in easy air
soft as lover’s hands
in the slant of June evenings
when no healing’s necessary.
soft as lover’s hands
in the slant of June evenings
when no healing’s necessary.
When winds chase
serried leaves, the bay tilts
reflections over blue-hulled canoes
upturned near shore.
Soon, waves freeze
on pine-needled sand
and snow covers roofs.
As I fall past the need for fear,
I pray God awaits,
comforting my old dog
when I rush Home
repentant and needy.
Sigh. An alluring and poignant poem. I drifted away on the words.
Thank you
Sharon
I don’t know which line I loved the most.
The magnificent imagery takes me ‘home’ and it’s a good place. Beautiful and poignant. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.
Jean;
Home is always good.
It SO is, Marty. Thank you.
Siiiihg! Thank you so much for your kind words, Jeanette.
Jeanette, ‘home’ is the best place to be. Thank you for liking this poem.