Waiting for You

In the depths of my dreams,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Roaring winds whip across snowpiled

areas. I feel your warmth rekindling

flames of fire. Then, quickly

in the corners of darkness,

I awaken, waiting for you.

Sadly, on this cold winter night,

you are no longer here beside me.

Softly, like a dancing snowflake,

I whisper, "I shall not stop waiting

for you in my dreams."

draft CVarsalona, 2026

Photo by Devin Hartnett

Winter in West Virginia

Dedicated to my late husband, Richard

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Join me at Susan Thomsen's blog, Chicken Spaghetti, for the Poetry Friday Roundup. Susan is hosting this weekend, so she invited everyone to write a poem inspired by a prompt from David Lehman. The poem should start with the final line of Whitman's "Song of Myself", "I stop somewhere waiting for you". Susan added her own poem, Flurries of Winter.