Michael F Brien has not received any gifts yet
by Michael F Brien
When Winter comes wearing a tear
for all the world knows it is here
the trees, the birds, all life around
know the sorrow that can be found.
The chill of wind, the snow we find
as playthings for the heartless kind
who only know their heart's desires
but do not see all that transpires.
Then in a slowly awakening thrill
we start to hear a small bird's trill
and heralds a new and wondrous thing
The slow beginning of an early Spring.
Leaves appear on naked trees
as if by some on high decree.
New life has started to thrill again
all souls who know the winter pain.
And so another phase has just begun
to follow on like love for one.
On Butterfly's Wings
early poem by Michael Brien
Into my life you came like a dream
your soft dark eyes and lips so sweet
with your long dark hair and skin like cream.
Now with you in my life, it is complete.
Your touch is soft as butterfly's wings
our love is like a raging storm.
My heart doth feel like strumming strings
and I awake to a sharp clear dawn.
Now at last our hearts are free
together we are 'tween earth and sky.
It is me for you and you for me
and on and on our souls will fly.
Where time stands still
we'll abide and reign
beyond the hills
on a verdant plain.