Winterful Whispers

poems written for the anthology in 2023

WARMTH

There should be reasons to bring warmth

into the hearts with feelings cold.

Corners of blankets shift to let in

the aroma of hot coffee brewing.

Doors prefer to remain shut

to keep the chill in the wind out.

They try to preserve the tepidity of interiors,

more to be prevented from dripping

onto the melting queries outside.

The aloofness of the armchair unfathomed

at the dim teatimes in the silent sit out.

Evenings slip quietly into darkness of night;

most eyes and ears glued to murmuring gadgets.

Never silent, the clock struggles hard

to catch up with time, as it did yesterday

Winter has left the trees like shaking skeletons,

thin fingers feel the coldness of the spoon.

Steaming porridge warms the cutlery and throat

how long before the hearts regain their warmth

Winter waits for the spring, far away

an unexpected loud knock seeking the door.

A bouquet of white lilies, nurse smiles in routine

moves me gently, still smiling, her face calm

towards the prayer hall, its soft music.

Some heads turn, some droop to sleep

some move with the rhythm of the piano.

Once more, will once more will it be warm?

will the temperature around read 23℃?

Mist refuses to drift, eyes closed to sunshine

frozen in time forever, may live in memories warm.

 Boundless Joy

Journey  long, seems nowhere to end

Sand once hot, now bitterly  cold

Where am I  trudging  to?  town after town 

Master looks again at the winter sky lit by the moon.

Shepherds cross us with song and dance

Star of hope bright, when animosity wraps like haze.

Dried figs and fruits they shared

Master gave them copper, then listened;

The miracle of the newborn in a manger

Morning lead us to dusk to behold the wonder

Cows moo in joyous revere, in their shelter

A lullaby soft, a wintry night’s prayer.

Burden on me lifelong, here it I alight now

In my Lord’s presence humbly, I bow

Gives me boundless joy, I see kindness flow

Hoofs race me to my master’s home as cold winds blow.

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