This wildness of winter waiting

I remember summer’s sorcery

Melodious fields of fire

When yesterday was a seed

Tendrils weaving, wrapping through me

Wildness in the roots dancing

In the ancient reflections of you

This mirage of magic

On candlelit garments of gold

As the oil and incense were burning

Continual prayers to heaven

And clouded gates led to

Those gardens of delight

Meadows of desire

Where you placed a seal on my heart

The mark of your name

In the sacred chambers of my soul

You lifted the veil

The mask of me

And gave me a cup to drink

Taking me to a silver slumber in shadows

But the waves came by night

And carried me far from your eyes

I woke in this nightmare called Distance

Saw that vessels crossing the sea leave no trail

For you to follow home to me

I live now in winter

This wildness of winter waiting

Immersed in snow

I live in winter

And yet I live

For seasons are not stone

They are alive in me

With all the echoes of you. 

Reviews

[zunie frost]

I love this .. very beautiful work with cleverness my friend

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, dear zunie. May your week bring such joy.

[Miss Owl]

This is truly extraordinary poem! Your words weave magic and enchantments. I can only hope the winter goes away and summer returns, this time with a positive spell.

This is very impressive writing!!!

[An owl on the moon]

I appreciate your lifting kindness so much! And yes, the winter is cold and harsh, but spring will come. Every thread of me must believe this.

[Nautili]

You outdid yourself on this one. Truly lovely and so penetrating. I loved every line.

[An owl on the moon]

Nautili, dear soul, it is a blessing to have you read of my winter, and the spring that will come.

[Tomás Ó C..]

Where there is love, though the day is cold, the cold is felt but skin deep

[An owl on the moon]

Dear friend, yes! Thank you! Love is fire in the coldest of moments.

[Ruth]

You always place me in such a state of awe...this is so beautiful and so woven with emotion...sigh...so tangible and deeply felt :)

[An owl on the moon]

I always feel such joy in your presence here, Poppy. Thank you! Winter is coming, but oh, how the spring will follow.

[Ardra]

Meadows of desire
Where you placed a seal on my heart
The mark of your name
In the sacred chambers of my soul...

how your words open the chamber of souls :) and mark a seal on it..... that you will not know..
lord has gifted you to be this wonderful magician of words you are..
always love being in the fields of your magic..so that some of it might just fly on my creations too
loved the way the owl is guarding the lady... the nightmare of distance... is a nightmare for lovers..
until a new dawn will bring peace and light to them to burn again in their oneness...in the fields of fire.
forever your sweetest fan ;)

[An owl on the moon]

I really appreciate your kindness and the joy of your thoughts. Yes, there is a pain in the waiting, the aching distances, the dark, colder seasons, but there is always hope. Hearts must cling to hope. :)

[Ardra]

Always hearts does cling only to the light the hope brings ....hoping the dark cold nights will end one day for a bright new sunshine

[Tessa Melendez]

OH MY GOD!!!! I LOVE IT!!!! You have crazy good skills in poetry, fellow writer. Good GOD!! I read this and it was perfection. You provide such perfect imagery and tell such a wonderful story, I'm surprised you are not an author like me. You put my descriptions to shame. You need to teach me how to write such gorgeous, perfect poems like this one. I will forever applaud this sweet, peaceful, perfect poem. Once again I say, I love it!!!!!!

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, Tessa! Thank you so much! Your words and kindness lift me... and on a Monday of all days! Appreciate you, your artistry and your ever-lifting light in this world. :)

[Tessa Melendez]

You're very, very welcome. You deserve it. :)

[LastMonth]

Well there's quite a few achingly beautiful descriptions here.
In general there's a great emphasis here on saying something without being.. for lack of better word 'Boring' about it.

I can point out 'Melodious fields of fire' for starters. Singing fields of flames..? If that was the meaning, it does fit well. A good choice.

'Gardens of Delight'
'Medows of Desire'
'A Nightmare called distance'

You do a fine job of saying without saying. If you know what I mean.
The poem starts with a memory of summer and moves on to describe the intensity of the relationship, yet there's a sour, almost sad tone about the rest. It feels like every description of desire and happiness is something that happened in the past, once, and shall not return.

The ending is somewhat uplifting, as the author recognize that 'For Seasons are not stone', Perhaps to show that time is fleeting, and circumstances change.

I'm not a huge fan of romantic writing. Perhaps because I never had the guts to really write about it myself. Either way, you don't need to be a fan of the genre to recognize just how well this is written.

Good job, as always.

[An owl on the moon]

My dear friend, I deeply appreciate your comments, and even more so since this is not what you would typically choose! Yes, winter has come, and is bitter cold, yet my soul believes that spring will arise and carry me from this cold place. May your new week bring you endless light for your path, and a hope that you'll share it with us here.