Here's the last poem of 2012 - wishing everyone a fantastic 2013.
The Willow in Winter
Silent stands the weeping willow
Now that summer’s tune has gone
With the small birds who fly south for winter
To cheer new lovers with their songs.
And the fallen leaves now form a carpet
Where autumn scents still linger on
Then the wind disperses like our memories;
Precious hopes that now are flown.
You stand beneath the naked branches
Arms outstretched in the crystal air
And glance between the dangling fingers
That gently brush your golden hair,
Waiting for the days of pleasure
When love, like spring, is perfect bliss
And beneath the clothes of summer’s grandeur
The body craves a lover’s kiss.
When days are short and nights are darkest
The moon her silver mantle spreads,
Casting over trees and mortals
The freezing cloth that passion dreads.
Still stands the willow in the moonlight,
Still as death through snow and rain,
Waiting for the breath of springtime
When love, like life, is born again.