Dance toward Spring, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Elisabeth Sonrel - Dance Toward Spring (1904)

Elisabeth Sonrel, Dance toward Spring (1904)

Dance toward Spring

Wild woolly winter with its nasty chill,
Not as daunting as it may first appear.
Many times when it provides quite a thrill,
Especially when with those who are dear.

New fallen snow such a beautiful sight,
As it lays silent, to feel crisp clear air.
Calling for banking the fire for the night,
And a blanket with a love one to share.

There are days when the cold teases the skin,
And moments when it slashes as a lance.
Be brave shrug it off with a thoughtful grin.
Keep warm holding love one close as you dance.

Continue to dance all the winter long,
Soon it will be time to sing a spring song.

 

Reading Woman by a Piano, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hammershoi Vihelm - Reading women by a piano (1907)Reading Woman by a Piano, Vihelm Hammershoi (1907)

Reading Woman by a Piano, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Love poems that I read instill me more.
Still waiting your special knock on my door.
Bearing the absence of one I adore.
O come, pluck the strings softly, I implore.

Do lovingly what you have done before,
With every note you’d play my heart did soar.
Come quickly, come quickly play an encore,
As I danced, your music was all I wore.

Your music more precious than any ore.
Come quick, so I may dance upon the floor,
A new step wish eagerly to explore,
Because my solemn heart great love will pour.

Not to be sad ’till you come, I’m foreswore,
For it’s you I shall love forevermore.

Lovers’ Moon, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Unknown Artist - Lovers, c.1910

Unknown Artist, Lovers (c. 1910)

Lovers’ Moon, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

So close to Cupid, fear we’re his target.
Come we shall take the staircase to heaven.
There memories made never to forget.
Lovers’ moon so bright will be our beacon.

If you be chilled, here take my loving heart,
Aflame of a resplendent love of you.
As you have neutralized every rampart,
Eagerly awaits your love to imbue.

Ask me not why I feel the way I do,
Very first sight of you love would ensue.
Such a feeling will always continue,
Admitting my love never to eschew.

Though tonight’s lovers’ moon is soon to set,
Its light on you face thoughts of when we met.

Dancing with the Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Pierre-Auguste Renior, La balançoire (1876)

 

Dancing with the Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dance with me and be carried by the wind.
In our embrace to go where we’ve not been.
Performing movements so undisciplined.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Together so timed, perfect unison.
How you giggle in a near endless spin.
Your green eyes so big after being spun.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Notice that our feet never touch the ground.
Soft winds making sounds of a violin.
Oh the magic of those heavenly sounds.
Wonderful, I love the feel of your skin.

Hoping that this dancing will nev’r be through.
Wonderful, love being in love with you.