Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Fool In Winter

If it were up to me,

Tears would be like snowflakes--

They would make me

Austerely beautiful.

And after all,


Like a woman's tears--

Offer no explanation

And only a fool would even ask.

If it were up to me,

What I was would not follow me

Into who I am.

And if I were clumsy,

Or frightened,

Or lonely,

Someone would say,

Shay, why are you shivering?

They would say,

Cookie, why are you crying?

And hold this

Winter fool.



Anonymous said...


Kelly Dickson said...

if i could, i would rat a tat tat on your door, wearing a yellow dress and stripey purple tights, and take you on a picnic, to a garden, where i just smelled the pollen and show you new the buds and say *believe* in me as i *believe* in you

lovely poem...

Jannie Funster said...

I'd hold ya!

And I already think you're even more beautiful than the finest snowflake that has ever fallen.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Blackbird. :-)

Hehe, K, I would pay to see that, truly I would! (((((((K))))))))

Aw, my friend Tex. Thanks. At least you and K still love me.

Mama Zen said...

"If it were up to me,

What I was would not follow me

Into who I am."

God, that's good.

And, what about me? I love you, too! Why don't I count? Huh? HUH?

Fireblossom said...

Of course you count, Mama Zen! You count lots. :-)

Riot Kitty said...

Do you publish these? You should really try!

Love your comment on my mayor/sex blog btw.

Poutalicious said...

I agree with RK: You should get published. Really.

Debbie said...

This was so beautiful. I loved it.

Fireblossom said...

RK and Pouty...I'm waiting for that fabulous multimillion dollar offer. Care to wait with me? ;-)

Thank you, Debbie!

joaquin carvel said...

this is wonderful and wistful and gently meloncholic. i like it a lot.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you very much, Joaquin, and welcome to The Word Garden!

Scarlet said...

Winter snowflakes and a woman's tears...who can count them?

Fireblossom said...

It's soon an impossible task, Scarlet. But seasons do change, or so the rumour goes.