Autumnal Magic

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Autumn spendor reveals

Gentle melancholy mood

All felt through spirit

As sunset gilded

Our Fall

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Autumn Morn

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While dawn’s ascent 

shepherds in golden hues

scattered by silent rays 

of delicate morning light

to wish goodness with 

rainbow dayspring views

under the maples as 

cardinals, take flight

Sunlight polished 

kaleidoscope prisms bright

to blossom upon 

gossamer pastel sky’s

unveiling embellishments 

as breezes sigh

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Morning

My morning tea always

tastes better by candlelight

Alone in a room of my own

aware of the stillness that surrounds me

There is something about a lit candle

that makes a room come alive

All my senses become heightened

Wanderlust imaginings fill my mind

The candle flickers with hypnotic light

inviting buoyant energy

to share this esoteric space

as we merge into

secluded stillness

Morning Reflections

No one sees the private tears

The constant ache inside

The everlasting prayers

To have you by my side

No one knows the pain through

Loving thoughts of you

No one feels my emptiness

Life’s helpless void now true

Knowing that I loved you

Knowing that I cared

Knowing this is not enough

To see you through despair 

So my prayers  each day are simple

They are lasting, they are true

I wish to see your smile

Perhaps a glimpse of you

Each morning grief envelops me

It seems there’s no escape

Only dreams and fantasies

Are hopeful turns of fate

Shared memories are endless

So too deep-seated pain

Memories are constant
And are all that still remain

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Authors note ~ I wrote this poem in the wee small hours in March, 1993, during the most difficult time of my life while grieving the death of my sixteen year old daughter, Chantelle ~ The words “no one sees the private tears” repeated over and over in my mind that morning ~ It was as if the words were being whispered to me ~ I was compelled to write non stop and within minutes this poem had manifested and tears fell as I read my words aloud  ~  This year has been most difficult I’m afraid, leaving me with even more losses to mourn ~ The timing of your chosen topic for D’Verse tonight makes re-posting this piece seem appropriate, almost serendipitous.

~Helena~

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Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub's Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft

Summer Breeze

The warm summer breeze

played tag with the lace curtains

at my window

 

As the bright morning light

stenciled lacy silhouettes

against the wall,

the smell of freshly cut grass

lingered in as well

 

The open window...

An invitation beckons

 

The screen door slams behind me

 

I love the wind...

feeling it’s invisible touch

brushing past

My breathe drinks it in

 

So filled with melancholy,

there is barely but a

whisper of presence felt

 

Yet, at the same time

I feel comforted by

dawn’s warming affection

 

Birds sing softly as if to whisper,

dry your earnest tears…

 

The wake of each step echoes,

loving thoughts of you

Photo by Helena White ~ 2011
 

Originally posted August 16, 2011
 for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight
Re-posted July 20, 2012 for D'Verse Poets Pub 1st Anniversary Celebration
 Linked to Meeting at the Bar: The Best of...