Carol Price

A poem

Photo by Tanya Nedelcheva on Unsplash

Soon, when the seabirds nest on the tall, dark cliffs,
when the winter winds disperse to far off lands,
when the sea pink flowers between the ancient rocks,
I will call for you across the rippling waves
as I listen for your whispered reply.

When you left, the cherry blossom wept for you,
the scent of the sweet peas drifted across the evening air.
I’ve rested through the cold dark months
joyfully watching the first snowdrops appear,
the first sign of a new season.

Soon, when the swallows return from Africa,
and the scent of jasmine fills the air,
I will be waiting once again
for the light of your smile
and the warmth of your embrace.

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Carol Price

Carol Price

I used to be something else, but now I can hold my head up and say I am a writer. Retired doctor. Passionate about empowering people. Editor of Illumination