ROMANCE Poem: genesis’ writings, by Lisa Mair

yes, we admire
golden hues of autumn leaves,
decorating those earthy brown,
dying twigs,
so close to the nemesis of nature’s play
with the last of sunshine’s ray
they fall like you and us all
but listen closely to
those icy northern winds
they are chanting magical spells,
whispering in our ears,
“the genesis of your love
shall see a new morning after
the last of winter’s clock”
we asked,
“lovely words you speak,
but tell us, how the winter
can be bearable when lovers
are gone and we stand alone
in knee-deep piles of snow?”
not one answer or a blow
but falling white sparkles,
bejeweling our teardrops
oh, what beauty lies
in a season’s deepest depression

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