Last November ended in a silent nightmare
A prelude to the coldest winter
I would ever know….
I look at falling leaves
To cast my dreams into the hands of the Fates
This November will surely be magick.
I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.
I generally don’t explain my poems but this one tugs for explanation. I wrote this the last time I would be at my special spot on the sand, where I had been inspired to write for the past year, I looked at that shore where so many memories were made, where so many poems were born . The place I sent my dear friends mementos on a voyage over the waves under an October Dark Moon.
So as I sat there and all I could do was cry. I Neptune’s daughter could not write. I knew when left this shore I would loose a part of my soul. So now on to the unedited words I wrote that could not capture my goodbye to Virginia Beach
~ I am shivering in April
sitting here on the beach
Words in my frustrated tears
I sit beside the boy with the shadowed eyes
He does not know I am terrified
December comes to early.”