Poem For Him Poem by Joan pond


I can”t see you,

he would say

when wishing to shun.

What could I do

to make my presence known


Relegated to a winter”s garden.

Fronds of fern

withered by frost,

and pines

with wintergreened tops.

Barely surviving in this solstice;

the penumbra of his light.

I sought clemency

while shivering

and seeking

his sight.