where there's smoke

Love incensed and sensed like wood smoke
drifting up a thin soiled early morning hill side
A softly familiar thing that belongs beside
the tasted freshness of your smile

Chattered birdsong
sorely missed
awakes me in the loosening of Winter�s grasp
Taking me to spend some time
in touch with memories that climb and twist together
forming in the dew of tears
the ever shifting drifting sands of years
A prancing dancing ghosting frame
of time bedecked with joys in living we've not missed
Of what we were when first we smelled the smoke
and laughed to share for e�er this cosmic joke

Though fire may burn to embers in eternity
the warmth of love and sharing
Will ne�er give cause to fear
the darkness we have lighted
with our soft familiar whole
And the stinging wood smoke feeling
of a mountain morning stroll
Will leave me more to cherish
on this thinly coated orb of fire with you

Seen through other eyes
colors have a lighter hue and tend to run
ill paced lest stroked with skills
Together we unravel time�s old sweater
weaving easy down familiar woods
to well banked fires of homey hills

Reviews

[Gandré]

hmm Donald, good to read you again,
this special Donald-Meikleian melancholy,
this poem is discussing the inner happiness
in a relationship and environment and
the many ways how it is resurfacing throughout
the time. Your special emphatizing reading is
the dot on the "i" , the final touch.

loved it.