David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines

APED: "frozen ghazal"

Ages ago, [profile] marici requested a ghazal, ideally about weather. Hope the terceted ghazal and climate subject are all right.

I am the Earth. The cold has come.
It settles down, and leaves an ache.
O spring, my love, when will you come?

My soil is frozen, now, and numb.
Of you, my love, I would partake.
I need my love; when will you come?

This shape is what we all become.
Locked down, waiting; soon we break.
Heal me, my love; when will you come?

Give me hope, o but a crumb.
I sleep, my love, but would awake.
So long, my love; when will you come?

I live 'neath Winter's frozen thumb.
I hope -- tell me it's no mistake.
I'm cold, my love; when will you come?
Tags: a poem every day
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