s e a s o n s
I like to think of us in passing
s e a s o n s .
In the winter, when we fell in love-
walking at night,
our breath like smoke in the frigid air.
skin wrapped together under layers of wools and knits,
creating our own world of
m a g i c .
In the spring, new beginnings-
moving in together one year,
moving to the city the next.
Visiting museums and exploring new things...
your arms wrapped tightly around me,
your kisses like warm rain drops on my face.
You, me, early morning fog and a dog.
The smell of your skin in the sun,
bike riding and movie-seeing,
making plans and making love.
Cool air and and crisp leaves bellow our feet.
Hiking; you, shaking trees
and me, watching in awe as they danced their way around your body
like they were lovers teasing one another with their soulful movement.
I like to think of us during changes...
change of seasons,
change of cities
change of jobs
and wonder how our love has remained
u n w a v e r i n g
through it all.
You have given me the family of my dreams, the life of my dreams.
Because of you and our son, I have everything-
a full heart,
a peaceful mind and spirit.
I love you endlessly.