Missing You


Hot vibrant sun now pours the sand,
Fighting waves that pound the shore,
While wild eyed sky expands the line,
Stretching wide to countless crore.

There ice cold snow continues falling,
Making mountains climb their heights,
Skiers fight to take the challenge,
Scoring land pristine and white.

Flying in my hot air balloon,
Sunrise falling from above,
Feeling only one thing missing,
You, in my embrace, my love.


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane


12 comments on “Missing You

  1. I asked the google gods for “crore,”
    I’d never heard of it before…

    This poem is so nice and smooth. I especially like the images of the snow making the mountains climb, and the skiers scoring the land. It’s a different take on missing someone…..not melancholy exactly but a sense that things are going about their usual business except for the one thing that would make it perfect. I enjoyed it, Rob.

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