If every day were
like yesterday,
I would die
of bliss.
Instead
the intermittent
moments of catatonic
downpour leave me
drowning -
halfway
To walk along
those amber
wheaten shores and
see the water laughing
as it tumbles by
And lanterns
wave in
twinkling
sunshine setting
through the ice.
That moment,
bliss enough
to wait through
this interminable
winter longing.
© Eleanor Clark
5 February 2015
