My Quiet One - by Susie Hemingway

January 2010.

My quiet one besotted with sleep

curled and safely snug

through this Winter he makes no sound

in dreams of slumber,

as painful as this time for me

he camouflages 'neath cosy cover,

gentle soft in quiet ways

to waste away these snowy days,

no trouble or requests he makes

just smiles and very slow of pace

dark eyes tired has he
with legs that will not set him free,

these stormy shadows cast on weathered heart

I see it all... no blindfold for me.

Purple days that dwindle by

jagged and shredded that makes heart cry,

my quiet one content and free!

Lover of mine where art thee?

All Rights Reserved @ January 2010

Silence Falls - by Susie Hemingway

Crisp sparkling crunchy views across this linen land

trees bow beneath the snow laden branches

hungry birds swing and pull at fat-filled gifts that hang from frozen lines,

quiet is this life, quiet is this world,

such beauty in the stranger shapes of intrinsic white on grey

as silence falls and covers sadness like a soft downy wrap

comforting like the arms of angels protecting those we love.

This Winter harsh and cruel will not change much for us

it is a time to be together, a time for closeness and of warmth,

a time to renew strength to start with vigour our battle.

As crystals melt their prisms,

the brushstrokes change the white

that enhances the beauty of this land.

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