Another Winter's Monday

for a contest honoring Pablo Neruda

On a gray Sunday afternoon,

solid cloud unburdened it's snow,

in apparently endless torrent.

It seems we shovel every day this year.

You and I saying little, quiet but for

the rhythmic scrape of shovel on pavement, 

and the muffled sound of passersby.

I see you, my love, and worry inwardly,

for the snow is heavy and very wet.

Our labor gives me pause and reflection,

reinforcing the togetherness of us.

Your thick, long hair tousled, seductive.

Cheeks blushed the color of Rugosa rose,

I see you again, as if for the first time.

My voice once more fails

to tell you of the wellspring of joy,

and the love I carefully hold for you,

deep within my heart.

Author's Note

For Ayla, mi Corazon, mi Amor, mi Vida.

Reviews

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What a lovely couple...love the photo
This poem was absolutely beautiful...heartfelt...very touching
Can feel the love you have for your wife..love is such a beautiful thing..Now go tell her this and remember to enjoy each other each day. Sometimes nothing is needed to be said and then there are those times when it is needed.
Lovely piece, enjoyed it much

[Penlady]

I hope every other day of the week is as beautiful as this for you both. You've made a winter day a beautiful thing.

[Cherrie]

Working in harmony with nature gives fire to your lives and enriches our outlook.
This poem showcases a true and deep commitment to both body and soul.

[...]

. so beautiful ...
. so lovingly written ...
. like a symphony called love ...
. exquisite poetry ...
. deep and deeply moving ...

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

What a sweet poem you have written for your wife John. Make sure you do share with her the joy of finding love with such a lovely, understanding, beautiful woman. Women love hearing things like this. You are blessed! Living life together bonds two people better than anything I know. You deserve it!! Share your expressions of love frequently. Great writing....nizhoni.

[Emily B]

a wonderful homage to Neruda and to your Ayla . . . beautiful in every way