A Dance of Wings

A Dance of Wings

Love is a fierce and fickle thing,
A tempestuous storm, a dance of wings,
But in her eyes, I found my home,
A love so true, no more to roam.

— Abel Keogh
4/22/23

The Specter

The Specter

A silent, shapeless specter looms,
In the darkness of our rooms,
It beckons us, with somber grace,
To our final, earthly resting place.

It rends apart our closest ties,
And fills our hearts with aches and sighs,
For those it takes, we grieve and mourn,
Till life's last breath and we are reborn.

Signs of Resurrection

Signs of Resurrection

As nature shifts from sleep to wake,
The earth begins its grand remake.
With lengthening days and warming air,
New birth and growth are everywhere.

The buds on branches, small and tight,
Unfurl their leaves at sun's first light.
Daffodils nod their yellow heads,
And robins sing from garden beds.

Each green shoot, each budding flower,
Remind us of life's enduring power.
For these are signs of resurrection,
A promise of hope and new direction.

— Abel Keogh
4/8/2023

Spring Snow: A Poem

Spring Snow

Late March's winds doth chill and bite,
A snowstorm fierce, a winter's sight,
With icy flakes that veil the sky,
And gusts of wind that howl and sigh.

Yet mingled with this icy grace,
There's also fear etched on each face,
For winter's grip doth hold us tight,
And keeps us locked in chilly night.

The winds may blow and snow may swirl,
Yet nature's calm remains unfurled,
For soon the thaw will break the spell,
And winter's grip shall bid farewell.

— Abel Keogh
3/25/2023

Love Slipped In: A Poem

Love Slipped In

Love slipped in through an open door,
Quietly, without a sound or roar,
A tender bloom in a barren moor,
In my heart, forevermore.

— Abel Keogh 3/18/23

Love Poem