ALL POEMS ANNA TARCZA

Poetry Series
Anna Tarcza
- poems -
2
I shall miss you when we go
I shall miss you when we go
The morning sky of lightest blue
The yellow rays cast from the sun
Reflecting on the clouds anew
The bite of frosty morning air
Brushing up against dead trees
The quiet whisper of the wind
Tossing leaves like orange seas
A speckled matting of birds in flight
Framed against the dawning sun
And morning clouds of pearly cream
Alighting on cables that run
A solitary toy left out
To frost and freeze in winters fields
Piles of sugar beets in mounds
Remaining from the harvest yields
And I stand here in my window
Watching this scene as hushed as snow
And one thing quite clear in my mind
How I shall miss this when we go
Anna Tarcza
3
In the silence of the night
In the silence of the night
There is a certain sort of song
Like currents in the air, so slight
Whisking the flaming candle light
Making me sleep before too long.
Anna Tarcza
4
It is November
It is November
And all the leaves face my way
Overlapping tussocks of grass
Like long forgotten hills
Dwelling in the overhang of fall
It is November
Orange ribbons hand in tatters
Patched up yellow cloaks are draped
And whisking in the wind
Then drifting to the earth
And becoming winters pillow
It is November
And there stands a lonely tower
Base adorned with red bushes
Flags no longer flying
Crouched and crippled by the frost
It is November
My feet bear down on acorns
A thousand fold
All left and forgotten
Even to the squirrels
Just a layer ‘neath my feet
It is November
The solitary pines stand solid
Near the ivy covered wall
Their boughs raise and hail the heavens
And their needles fall
As the autumn wind dances a mournful dance
It is November
Bare branches rake the cloudy skies
And scratch out their heartfelt pleas
Against cold glass windows
Seeking what they have lost and will not find
It is November
An old gate stands ajar
Beckoning to no one
Standing solidly open
Despite the cruel fall wind
It is November
Trees make colored circles
A fading gold on fading green
A fireworks display
Now falling to the ground
It is November
5
Cold air fills my body
Cruel wind tosses my hair
I seek a shelter from autumn
My door is open
Now I am home
Anna Tarcza
6
Life of Clouds
Life of Clouds
I lift my eyes, to raining skies
And chance to see a single cloud
Halfway between heaven and earth
Racing ‘cross the dove gray space
Chasing the light that lingers there
It is a race to close to call
Between the cloud and still blue sky
Though the wind is picking up
Its clear to me, there soon will be
A single cloud in endless night
Though the gap is very small
Between the cloud and sunny blue
It seems the destination is like
The opposite shore, to a sinking ship
Too close to miss, to far to reach
I understand, the cloud, like me
Is standing on, some forgotten shore
Out of reach to all it loves
Straining for the promised land
And always falling far to short
The treasure, as always, is hidden away
I don’t have a map to find it with
Im always running, reaching out
For a prize I cannot win
To fill a need I cannot fill
The dove gray cloud, has crossed the sky
I no not if it won or lost
Its race to catch the dying sun
And yet I stand here thinking aloud
Are we, in some ways, like that cloud?
Anna Tarcza
7
So then it happened
So then it happened
And I stood there, a tidal wave of questions
Looming over me like a thundercloud
And I felt a sharp breath of air enter my lungs
I couldn’t believe, just couldn’t
After all this time, all those good times
That our friendship would be so altered
Perhaps, as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon
Papery wings brush the air by my ear
But its not a butterfly, floating by
Its coarse black hair, wavy black hair
And my hair is not black but brown
And I sigh and agree
Relief is not my only feeling,
And as the butterflies fly away
I lean into your hug, and
Feeling your hands on my back
Let myself be swung round in circles
Because we are so happy
We never want to break away
But we do and then,
The tidal wave is gone
But the questions remain
Bobbing ‘bout my head
I brush them away
And we walk down the hall
Your tan hand in mine
Black hair upon brown
So then it happened
And I stand here, hugging you
Your blue jacket to my red
Your tan to my white
Your black to my brown
Your smile lights my life <3
Anna Tarcza