And in the after-fever, haunts and haunted linger–
but with a beat, the dream ends,
and above my bed, the moon still sings
of time and love, and endless things—
of winter aches and purple storms,
of thousands dead, and the forlorn
recalling spring, mourn the light–
today there will be no rose-pink dawn amidst the shadow-spray,
only grey.
Yet cloud-fingers point, as if to say
behold the way the diamond-sparkle plays
on the ripples there–those other days.
Your heart cries why, your head knows when
the honeyed glow comes,
you’ll see the beauty once again.
My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. When I looked outside early this morning, I thought, there’s no rosy dawn today. It’s cold and windy, and the sky was full of dark clouds. The Oracle always knows.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
We cannot always find rosy-hued dawns but it is true, they will come again, another day.. I say as I look outside at the blue skies, telling me to get myself out there, despite the 10 degrees… Brrr! But the skies are so blue! I must. Pictures to be taken, steps to be had and all that 🙂
True, thank you. Enjoy your cold walk. The cold is not as bad as the wind. . .
I agree… I fear along the water it might be a tad windier but will still go and scope it out 😉
Onward! 😀
I’m getting bundled up as we speak!
I should have gone out earlier–now I’m listening to the wind gusting.
Shoulda coulda woulda…maybe was not meanta
I just walked outside to see–and almost got blown off my feet, so. . .I think I’ll say no to the walk. 🤣
I think that is a wise choice!!
😀
You and Jane are very similar in feel. But she gave us all hope. Spring will come. (K)
Yes, it will!
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Thank you!
Most welcome
Lovely, Merril. This reminds me that spring is just around the corner. We’ve got that cold wind today too, but at least the sun is shining.
Thank you, Jill. The sun is mostly shining here, too.
We’re in for a cold snap with wind, but the day is brilliantly sunny.
Your poem has a British Romantics feel that is very appealing to me. I think they have the Oracle’s ear.
Thank you. I just re-read the poem, and I see what you mean. Thank you for that! I imagine they were acquainted with her. 😀
You’re welcome, Merril! 😀
Leave it to the clouds to understand! XO
Thank you. Yes, you can’t really argue with the clouds!😀
They can see everything.
Yes they can! 😀
In your words, I sense brighter days ahead.
Thank you, Frank.
I don’t know how you have kept up these beautiful responses
Thank you so much, Derrick. This challenge really is one.