Where are you? (Explored 060413 No 299)
A brief visit to Cannon Hall, Cawthorne today revealed the start of the flowers. Much later than last year, no doubt due to the very cold weather we've had and, yes, at long last, spring is beginning. I was really pleased with this pic; it seemed the most appropriate to add an old poem of mine. I had been looking for the right shot.
Where Are You?
Where are you in the dark of night, as I lay alone – the bed an acre of soft empty sheets?
Where are you as I wake, shafts of bright sunshine clouding my saddened and aching eyes?
and all around me, normality screams.
Where are you when the empty trolley stumbles down the supermarket aisles?
Where are you when I want to share with you the rough and engulfing difficulties of my day?
and all around me, normality scares.
I am here, holding your hand against mine,
enfolding your beating heart, as frustration weeps.
I am the breath of warm summer air as you aimlessly wander,
and frosty cold winters with crackling fires.
I am the wind caressing the leaves that rustle overhead,
and the soft call of birds on the wing.
I am the faintest hint of fragrance that dances around your room, when you least expect,
and the breath-taking face that smiles at you from a photograph.
I am the petals of the springtime blossom that fall at your feet,
and the gentle rain that refreshes and soothes.
I am the hugging canopy of trees that darken and cool the road below,
and the burnished autumn fallen leaves.
Never fear my love.
Never worry.
I will guide, and protect and comfort you.
I will reach out for you, understanding your sorrow.
And until we are together again, I will patiently wait.
Where are you? (Explored 060413 No 299)
A brief visit to Cannon Hall, Cawthorne today revealed the start of the flowers. Much later than last year, no doubt due to the very cold weather we've had and, yes, at long last, spring is beginning. I was really pleased with this pic; it seemed the most appropriate to add an old poem of mine. I had been looking for the right shot.
Where Are You?
Where are you in the dark of night, as I lay alone – the bed an acre of soft empty sheets?
Where are you as I wake, shafts of bright sunshine clouding my saddened and aching eyes?
and all around me, normality screams.
Where are you when the empty trolley stumbles down the supermarket aisles?
Where are you when I want to share with you the rough and engulfing difficulties of my day?
and all around me, normality scares.
I am here, holding your hand against mine,
enfolding your beating heart, as frustration weeps.
I am the breath of warm summer air as you aimlessly wander,
and frosty cold winters with crackling fires.
I am the wind caressing the leaves that rustle overhead,
and the soft call of birds on the wing.
I am the faintest hint of fragrance that dances around your room, when you least expect,
and the breath-taking face that smiles at you from a photograph.
I am the petals of the springtime blossom that fall at your feet,
and the gentle rain that refreshes and soothes.
I am the hugging canopy of trees that darken and cool the road below,
and the burnished autumn fallen leaves.
Never fear my love.
Never worry.
I will guide, and protect and comfort you.
I will reach out for you, understanding your sorrow.
And until we are together again, I will patiently wait.