Paramour Within Santa Anna Winds

Memories, smells,tastes of a loved one's presence in sea and desert winds.

Paramour August never longer
 Till days shall pass to end
 Will I be amid torment unto fervor
 Or in acceptance of the yearning

Thy touch, thy love amends

 

But, in days absent sojourn
 I shall sheath myself
 Amid the arid
 Of the desert’s spirit burning
 Counting blessings the Lord has left

 

And, within the Santa Anna winds
 Are they...
 From off of austral shores sent
 Tales of thee in warmth do ferry
 Oh, from afar my maiden aurorae

 

Thy essence seizes...
 The Sierra whispers which carry
 To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
 And an envisage dancing within whirlwinds
 Softly humming, the nightress tune

 Of thy return once more

Reviews

[just Penny]

I always enjoy this style and the language used. Yesterday's loves, delicately retold for all to enjoy. Nicely done. Penny

[Michael G. Smith]

The soft breeze hits us and we feel the gentle touch of a past loves fingers across our face. That was my catalyst for this piece and the song Santa Anna Winds by Survivor. Thanks Pen.

[A. Amos]

Your essence seizes upon
 The Sierra whispers which carry
 To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
 And an envisage dancing within whirlwinds
 Softly humming, the nightress tune
 Of thy return once more

Above lines are brilliant my friend..great work

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks for checking this one out.

[rutherford]

A well crafted poem to the western winds. Wonderful collection of "a" sounds in second to last stanza.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, must be crazy times where you're at.

[SyberRose]

The whispers in the wind whispering secrets of yesterday...Lovely piece as always Mike...if I may call you Mike as the ladies did ha...Rose:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, call me Mike. Thanks for your kind comments.

[Rita L. Sev]

A sigh-worthy poem, Mike. This is just lovely...

[Michael G. Smith]

Sitting by the seaside writing Sonnets...

[Frieda P]

Each one of your stanzas could stand alone, I especially like the last one Mike, I experienced the Santa Ana's whist in CA, you wrapped romance and elegance around them, very lovely ode, I could dance to this one.

[Michael G. Smith]

Sometimes the winds are like hot breaths of past loves.