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Winter in Paris

Posted by elements on August 30, 2009 - 22:17

The chilled winter wind shivers
Bones and branches,
Summer pleasantries
And fine, bright mornings long gone
Replace clarity and warmth
With fog and cold, wet noses
As we shuffle down boulevards -
Where we once kissed and loitered
Cross the old Seine,
Its sad water reflects on
Received, gentle welcomes:
Bonjour becomes adieu over time:
Our years are defined by old lusts
Our movements, ghostlike.

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Comments

Ewan | August 31, 2009 - 11:35

Je suis bouleversé.

sarah wilson | August 31, 2009 - 14:26

Such beautiful words. Well deserved cherry
sarah

threeleafshamrock | August 31, 2009 - 16:19

Belle écriture, puits - fait !

requiemromance | August 31, 2009 - 22:33

A really beautiful poem, a particulary satisfying ending.

MistakenMagic | September 2, 2009 - 08:23

Absolutely gorgeous ;) Une très belle poème!

Magic xxx

Beeme | September 2, 2009 - 10:43

Super poem!

Beeme xx

sunshine | September 2, 2009 - 17:26

Loved this - wonderfully evocative. I think it's hard to pull off a poem about Paris as we all think we know it and the mood you have created. Margot

maggyvaneijk | April 26, 2010 - 20:50

this is beautiful, I love the delicate imgagery.