Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on November 4, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Like the first soft hints of morning seen through dark-adapted eyes
Or the hints of silver tinsel that the moon lends to the skies,
You’re the promise of tomorrow, you’re a breath I’m yet to take
You’re the Autumn’s first red Apple, you’re a slice of Christmas cake.

I hear you when birds are singing,
See your face when rainbows glow,
Feel you move when bands are swinging,
You’re the star of every show.
Hold me close and never leave me,
Let me dream until I die,
Don’t let any court reprieve me
Now you’ve sentenced me to fly.

When the day is cold and rainy you’re the coat that keeps me warm
You’re the star the sailor longs for as he sails out from a storm.
Like the shoots that say that winter cannot rule for evermore,
You’re my hope, my heart, my passion, you’re the one I must adore.