Winter Love

Love like a fistful of fish-hooks
Love like gout in the feet
Love like a supplicating old cat
Purring with a threat in his eye
Love like a sleepless night
Sweating into my pillow
Love like garden’s first appearance
Frozen and bleached after the snow
Green stirrings at the juncture of
Melting ice and sky
Snowdrops, crocus begin to show
Love full of sidelong looks
Love like a winter retreat.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae