Monday, December 20, 2010

Poem: December 21st


December 21st

Outside it is granite gray,
dark and Vermont cold,
colorless, sleet clicking
against the windows in the dark.

Inside, your heart is in Italy,
vibrant, alive with flavor and sun,
memories of love and warmth,
of walks on canals, hands touching,

hearts touching,
color filling your days,
not just then,
but now.

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The picture iwas taken in Burano, Italy. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

2 comments:

Derrick said...

Keep a firm hold on that warmth and colour, Tom!

The lady in Red said...

Dear Tom, very warm and colourfull poem...as always ..I feel myself in a nest. Thanks for sharing! Merry Christmas and a very happy New Year! Best wishes and thanks for all support this year,
Rosana