I awoke to frost and snow outside my home and became nostalgic for those winter days in the country when I was young and winter brought excitement and joy of walking the woods and watching the play of nature.
Enjoy a poem I wrote about that nostalgia when I was courting a local girl and had the fire of romance in my heart.
When I, a boy, when I could,
I voyaged out into your cool company—
the coldness of boots pulled on at the doorstep
before walking that large solitude
of no cricket, no owl;
walking with silent snow feet among birdless woods
tossed among the taste of echoed blood
at such a time of the coyote,
invisible and dull by the snow.
My secret ice-making ice-haiku poems
driving me to the warmth of your breath—
letting me dream my dreams of romance
written at twilight by fire
in the hidden garden of no ordinary lovers,
letting me feel again the enticing light
that secretly guided me like the slow slipper of moss
to the doorstep of your excited hands—
when I, a boy, when I could.
Thanks for reading.
That’s all for now.
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