Nothing New

I have nothing new 
To share with you today.

Blood still flows freely
As my heart continues to beat;
The echoes have dimmed,
But have not yet been vanquished;

The ache I’ve lived with for so long
Still lifts its unforgiving head
Though I manage to suppress it 
With poison.

Winter, in all its pristine splendour, 
Still grips its hands around my neck
And chokes my breath 
While sending shivers down my spine,

I’m still eyeing the horizon
Where snowbirds will soon take flight
Following ancient paths of migration,
And the dance still calls my name.

So there’s nothing new today;
You’re still too far away
And I still Love blue. 



Janet Reid
january 2009