letters to _____ – ii

in these leaves
we are writ
in the golden greens
of breathing springs
and in softened hues
of fading fires
I will hold you as
memory in winter
and not feel cold
come creeping
I will keep you as
kisses in summer
and in sprouting drown
but once a year
and always
in your earth

© Sarah Whiteley


  1. This is lovely Sarah.

    On a cold, wet, grey November morning I find myself warmed.

    I am going to add you to my blogroll as I suspect I am going to want to come back and visit in the future.




  2. Lovely, warmth in words. 🙂

    There’s a book that I have, by a Native American author, which talks of observing and experiencing the beauty of the warmer seasons to hold and remember when it is cold. Your poem reminds me of that and of how warming remembering a loved one can be.



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