(I do miss my on-line family. Thanks, too, for your concern. I hope to be back soon but I’ve been
hoping that for the last six days!)
(I do miss my on-line family. Thanks, too, for your concern. I hope to be back soon but I’ve been
hoping that for the last six days!)
FUTURE WAITING
They were lying
On the edge of the world.
Sleepy eyes full of the sea
Curling all around them,
Freezing their toes with icy water.
Hands full of sand,
Like quicksilver falling
Grain by grain,
Changing the shape
Of their own particular future.
Lovers,
With no knowledge
Of the power of love.
No fear
Of its chameleon changing.
Unaware
That what is so named,
Has nameless identities.
©2021 Gwen Grant
NEW LIFE
Down the lane,
Fat red berries
Beam their small cheer
Along the frost bitten branches,
Pushing the cold ivy
Away from their fire,
Keeping the dark leaves
At a distance.
Knowing darkness always wants
To suffocate and defeat
New life.
©2019 Gwen Grant
LULLABY
Lullabies are for little children
Promised lovely dreams
And gentle wakening.
I am no child,
My dreams exhaust me
And I awaken tired and weary.
My lullaby is of plain song,
Stern, elusive, promising nothing
Yet, still singing.
Reciting
The long authority of hope,
Reminding
Of Love forever holding
The promise of a new beginning.
So lie you down and close your eyes,
Neither fret and do not cry,
Love itself will sing your lullaby.
©2021 Gwen Grant.