In the frost of Winter mist just clearing in a pass of breeze… In the blush of morning light just brimming… Was a quiet a hush was a quiet touch of soul like hers that will not rush

Her slow touch is a song a deep melody unbinding what is bound in hurt Her way with me, a dance of moments met each bright as tears of melancholy Her home with me is here arising within where waters of mind play between hearts

In the quiet of a stream’s turn the turn of streambed currents In a moment of breeze lull the lull of a meadowland breeze …where grasses swayed On the soft banks of sweet grass waters all my thoughts returned to her laugh

Storm-pretty eyes her bright eyes that find me Pretty at storm-play those fierce eyes And mine full-met alight, aflame returned her gaze

All around her atwirl & spinning her steps found their turns and the world obeyed All around her her dress was free whisper touches soft as wind-lifted willow leaves All at once where moments found her I was with her there aturn in sweet forevers

I think she is a light flurry of falling flakes: twirling in spirals fluttering softly making small shivers With small shivers I meet them: small skin kisses smiling all over rejoicing my senses making soft meetings I meet her for love of them for love of her I meet her…

My soul sings for soft, melancholy melodies that run in restful rivulets, follow their own flow under Autumn’s raining leaves My heart hums in harmony with tender tones that sound in sighing breezes, sharing thoughts in gentle tellings to all who listen My heart hears and lives

Down by rusty rails frail and flaking over stoney steps that fell til faced with currents breaking Along the weary way to crests by crumbling under hand and step the feel the smell of salt the rails were shaking Where moss and lichen lived my soul was breaking

The lovely earth instills her sanity, emanates bliss, breathes belonging. in stirring leaves & smell of moss… in soil scent & whispering gust… Oh, to feel apart from her is sorrow! Forgetful soul, left without: from life-well draw a drought that never dries!