Winter’s Gift

fireplace-edited

I’m mesmerized by the colors
that dance across your face
as flames carry out a jazz recital
my heartbeat meets their pace

Your eyes penetrate
with a hunger that feeds
You touch me with your thoughts
fulfilling all my needs

Wrap your warmth around me
with soul, body, and mind
and touch my lips so gently
to taste the sweet, sweet wine

LS 2013
(This is an old poem from what seems
like a long, long time ago. I hope you
enjoy it, whether you’ve seen it before
or not. But as we venture into the month
of November and colder weather, it
seemed like a good choice.)🙂

Preoccupation

A few hours of solid
sleep was better than
nothing before the body
awoke and shifted into
high gear with a reeling
mind too active for
three in the morning

Those thoughts wouldn’t
rest until the clock read
an hour later, after battling
the tossing and turning
and consistent whirling

Then it was time to step
out of the routine and 
into an adventure that
didn’t even own a spot
on the bucket list

LS 2016

Attached

Is it glued to your hand
causing a medical matter?
Does it possess a magnetic
pull to your eyes?
Instead of looking down,
have you looked to the skies?
Its design and size entices,
one of many cool devices
With convenience transcending,
there’s no turning back
But we often turn our backs
on what surrounds us
Face-to-face is replaced
by sending a text
What’s next?
Technology is welcomed,
but if we find a balance
to involve reality
then there’s no reason
for an apology

LS 2016

Maybe Then

You couldn’t find your place
You were lost in a space
Where nothing made sense
You had friends and they cared
But they didn’t dare
To look beneath your surface smile

In our hearts we carried hope
That strength would win, that you could cope
And for a while our worries were for nothing
We lost touch though; our worlds separated
But memories stayed true that we had created
And you weren’t forgotten

Then we learned of your demise
Tears fell from our clouded eyes
Our hearts shattered with disbelief
The sorrow showed with no disguise

If only we had shared some time
Precious time that we hold dear
To talk and vent and even cry
Maybe then you’d still be here

LS 2016