"Behold"

Behold

Lonely is often beholden to the blight 

of winter's questionable grace,

yet sheltered beneath fall's golden light,

I realize love just drifts, where words of love 

once crooned beside summer's redolent roses

is replayed.  I tuck them away, 

linger beneath a cranberry canopy, alone, 

look past winter and behold a new spring.

by Margaret Bednar, October 3, 2013

This is linked to "Poetry Jam - Backwards".  We are to find a poem and write it backwards, not word for word, but line for line.  I did change it up a bit, but I think stayed true to the intent for the most part.  This poem was originally written in November of 2012 in the form below:

Alone

Beneath a cranberry canopy
I linger, replay words of love
once crooned beneath spring's canopy
of roses; love in full bloom.  Love
has drifted, this canopy shelters
only me.  Yet I find I'm not lonely
beneath fall's golden light, this shelter
where I embrace alone, beholden lonely
to the blight of winter's questionable grace.

by Margaret Bednar, 11-18-2012