She dances
within the spiral
of crisp Autumn leaves,
whispering ~
the chill is well on its way.
Breathe deeply ~
harvest the depths of your heart
& weave your words
into blankets of beauty.
Remember how it feels
to warm your hands
in front of a crackling fire.
Be ready
to make snow angels fly ~
offer gratitude for life
& settle in
to wait
for the infinite blooms
of Spring.
Her Winter is my Summer,
yet we sway together
across this broad horizon ~
we laugh until we cry,
we cry until we laugh.
Somehow,
our fingers touch.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Hardly, my Friend. I just read yours. I would have given it the gold, as well. I'm glad you enjoyed mine. It was from the heart, as it was for my dear Friend Nic. Yours is the purest form of poetry, which comes only from the heart & soul. Congratulations, Lady. 
Plus, there's some other awesome poem in the contest. My judging just got easietr. 
Anyway, this is gold. Golden. 
Smiling and appreciating your talent and most especially that you have written a poem! It is beautiful and sparks out your love. 
