Monday, February 21, 2022

Northern Lights

 







 

 

 

glorious icy January late afternoon

breath fails me

watching the snowflakes spark

like fireflies in the cold winter sun

fairy rainbows disappear in a nano

best thing about winter afternoons

they transform into night so sweetly

goldens fading

to infinite shadings of grey

slipping down to silver-limned blacknesses

then jagged sharp ice knife surprising

bone-chillt limbs

     cocoon under piles of blankets

watch final light fade from the sky

and the dark surrounds

last edges lit w blue fire rays

boreal lights shifting colors

magic and cold thrusts

stabbings

an icicle to the heart but melts

in the heat of our coming together              

 

the dreams I have

still crackling with electricity

young

spicy

the scent of you

nerve endings spark juices flow

ignite

and you are laid waste again

at my mercy again

and I can’t help but call you to me

 

let me touch you

let me feel the stories etched across your life

let me call forth All

your own dreams and memories

share all with me

I am so greedy

 

we can still Dance that bed across the room my love

 

 

© 2019 pamela twining

 

 

Sunday, February 13, 2022

february 7 am

 


morning breaks soft

snowlit expanses glowing in the dawn

light reflected in pastels unencumbered

by green

               winter still holding breath waiting

spring abides deep

in the watercolor memory

 

i hunger

for those Slashing reds, Exhibitionist purples

Demanding sunwashed flights of rainbows

               shattered, scattered

anywhere the eye can see

 

those wealthy shades

of summer goldening the afternoon

redolent of honey and valerian

               drunken vanilla scent fills heart’s eye

 

sharp spike of earthrich aroma

sweet and foul

memories from before birth

fertile foetid miasma surrounding me

breeds all life

               climbs inside and opens, opens

stop my breath in summer!

i will waft out into that pregnant air

 

spirit dream sustenance

               enough yet awhile

winter’s cold hands

the icy mouth of her Wanting

not done with me yet

 

 

© 2015 pamela twining