He looked to the skies
The last skein of geese flew off
Soon the lake would freeze
The long nights drew in
His first winter here alone
Solvi died in May
Like the peach blossom
She had fallen in the orchard
Now left by himself
The cut logs stacked up
Dutifully against the house
They knew their job well
They would keep him warm
In his lonely double bed
Until the springtime
They had no children
Though it was their dearest wish
Should he wed again?
Then he heard a call
Sigge, Sigge was the shout
A girl approached him
It was young Tilde
From the village, she had grown
With cute turned up nose
Your mother sent this
Her breath steamed out in the air
A smile on her face
He saw she was cold
Come on inside by the fire
Taking the package
You shouldn't have come
While she warmed up by the stove
Her smile entranced him
It's not untidy
She said Oops, I shouldn't have
Sigge laughed at her
They sent you to check?
She shook her head then nodded
They care about you
He really liked her
Honest and at ease with him
She was beautiful
You can come again
If you really want to help
There's lots to do here
She nodded her head
How long since your Solvi died
Do you want to say?
Nearly six months now
He smiled at her eagerly
Geese have gone, you've come
The seasons have changed
You have changed and so have I
So tell your parents
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What a trip in the forest this is...the world coming in...offering a small amount of hope beyond survival...i had to look up the meaning of skein...you have used the geese beautifully
ReplyDeleteGreat poem...a story told so well..
ReplyDeleteBeauty weaved here...such enjoyable lines...
ReplyDeleteI really like that they send someone to check him.. Caring both in package and in messenger... Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteLove this - such a beautifully captivating piece :)
ReplyDeleteFew things bring hope like a community that cares and a world that changes (and grows) with its seasons...
ReplyDeleteI am glad she brought him the gift of hope and that he will begin to 'live' again!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delight, both in content and the way you composed it. I'm going to read it again and again.
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What a delightful story...I had a feeling it was going to end this way...providence perhaps!
ReplyDeleteHow cool, an intriguing story this Sunday morning! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThat line about the peach orchard sealed the deal for me. What a great image! And I love the conversation here.
ReplyDeleteHi, this is like a story poem..hope comes in many ways..
ReplyDeleteGeese have gone, you've come
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely haiku sequence; luv the story, the hope in a second chance ending. i feel that the unwritten reply to the invitation, is an acceptance i could see this sequence continued in more visits and an ensuing relationship
have a good Sunday
much love...
Maybe the beginning of a budding romance here. I've changed and so have you, tell your parents.....I hope it is romance in this intriguing tale!
ReplyDeleteYou tell a story well and with such wonderful words ... the extended haiku form you have used here, is really impressive. A wonderful bit of writing.
ReplyDeleteAs sweetly told as any story I ever read.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed, the caring extending backwards and forwards and the welcome hope of youth. I am so glad the story strays into a symbolic realm and isn't a poem about a new romance--which seemed possible in the middle. I love when humanity raises itself up a notch as it does in your poem, and hate that I had immediate suspicions.
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