What wood I be...

I am wooden
hollowed out
decaying
dull
brown
full of knots
a shelf
carrying a heavy load
a fence
to keep people out
feeling every swing
of the blade-
an axe cutting deep
into the heart of me

some days however
I am a desk to write
a love poem on
a door to lean against
a kissing gate
or rocking chair
a boat to sail away on
lit by the winter moon
a tree with lovers
names etched forever.

2013 © LH

With bated breath

I am waiting for the snow,
surveying every forecast
for subtle snowflakes
amidst the freezing rain
and zero temperatures

I have fished out
my woollen gloves,
stowed away much like
the memories they hold,
your hands-warming mine

I carefully unfold each piece
of winter wear,
each layer I pull on,
Is one you lovingly removed

I am ready for the snow,
and I know,
I will recognise your footprints
at my door

In the brisk night air,
I watched the moths shimmer
beneath the street lights,
I saw my breath hang in the air
as I whispered your name

And I thought I saw a
fleck of snow, but no......

2013 © LH

Lying silent in the night,
I lift the veil that shrouds my eyes,
and gaze upon the soulful sky.

2013 © LH