My Love comes through

As snow falls silent through a sullen grey
sky, without a wisp of winter sun
I only hope my love comes through today.

The timetable must bring either dismay
or hope – will loneliness or fun
win out, this gentle January day?

The robin on the railings does not play
but seeks succour and warmth, alone like one
who only hopes her love comes through today.

The branches, bare, which, windless, do not sway
but bend beneath their weight, and hope the sun
will out, this gentle January day

Look down upon my work, but do not say,
write on, until your poetry is done:
I only hope my love comes through today.

I wait your message: Love, what will it say?
That you will join me, or the plan’s undone
upon this gentle January day
I only hope my love comes through today.

More lyrical poetry…

I hope you find this post inspiring, and perhaps that it encourages you to submit to New Lyricist, if you have not done so already. There is still time until 1 February. Thank you to all who have submitted so far! Stay tuned for a new musical release from Team EIF very soon…

Ingrid