Updated: Feb 7, 2022
The bitter winds of January have flown, and though my heart has always held a soft spot for the winters of my childhood — I'm longing for a gentler spring to come. For warmth, health and time.
The following poem was written with time in mind. Specifically, the time we spend with our partner, years spent giving and receiving love.
He stoops to kiss her hand, tender and true
in golden light, wispy white hairs dancing.
He buttons his sweater against
the breeze, autumn’s crisp reminder
of time, falling scenes of memories
played out through the days
of his life beside her — friend, lover,
teacher, playmate, confidant,
caregiver, soothsayer, grandfather —
He bends, sits with her
on the garden bench.
Together they watch
the lilies and rhododendrons sway,
listen to the buzzing of insects,
tinny calls of birdsong.
A companionable silence blossoms,
in the gleaming courtyard
they become lovers again,
stitched together by hearts entwined,
their devotion boundless, their love
luminous as stars.
Copyright @ Stacie Eirich, February 1, 2022
I hope you enjoyed this romantic poem, and that you celebrate love this February! 💗
For my latest published short fiction, a sweet story titled: Scoops Ice Cream, head over to Café Lit (Pub date: Feb 2, 2022):
For my latest published poems, check out the poetry page at Ariel Chart (Pub dates: Feb 5 & Feb 6, 2022):
For those following my monthly book 📕 reviews — here's the club pick for February 2022:
I've finished reading it, and here's my review!
Thank you for visiting my blog. May your February be warmer, kinder, and filled with love.
Happy Reading! -Stacie