MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

WINTERS ART

Blow, blow, you artful winds
taking my memories back again
to the time love felt so right
on a cold winter night.

The art of your unseen kindness
you didn't blow in bitterness-
I can remember I was in my lover's arms
he held me so close
as if he was sheltering me from the wind.

I remembered how you're ancient blows
acted so keen-
you weren't being so mean
this I did feel in deep gratitude
for you oh, winters wind for not being so rude
you didn't give me the Flu.

Your art I couldn't see-
but I did feel the coldness in the air
as you wrap your winter hues
in the breath of bittersweet.

Oh, how I remember that cold winters night
with my cheeks upon my lover's chest
I did my very best
not to freeze-
You did bite
with a winters fight.

Yet, on that night
you benefited my life in a sweet delight
where I held a memory
that will never be forgotten-
I wasn't broken-hearted.

Blow, blow, my faithful friend
you could sting
and wrap me in winters pains
because your blows are sharp
but yet that is your winters art.

-Judy Emery © 1982 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery