the storm

What can I see
when I say I can do
and the bird in the tree
reminds me of you

and the little lake ponders
and paddles and pants
and the stars in the sky
over yonder way land

speak to the children
who chide in the snow
and the sleet turns to feet
on the ski-slopes on show

and the fire has embers
that keep lovers warm
cuddled and huddled
under blankets in storms

and when thunder breaks
and pets hide out of view
the thunder’s anger
reminds me of you

when I said; I don’t love you –
can’t take anymore
and you told me; get out
and you showed me the door

as I dangled my feet
in the water below
and thought of the time
on the ski-slopes
in the snow

it was you on my mind
my ‘one’ grown from ‘two’
the bird in the tree
under sky, clearest blue

I am here, my sweet love 
sharing your heart

by an open fire –
naked and warm

as we caress and make love –
safely ensconced from the storm.

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Footnote: inspired by the ‘adult nursery rhyme’ poems of E E Cummings (1894 – 1962)