The snowflakes drifted like the down of a feather,

Cold against my cheeks signals such frigid weather,

Stars twinkling through the veil of clouds,

Reminds me of a delightful comforting shroud,

Thinking of you brings a warmth in my soul,

And fills my heart making it whole,

But a somber emptiness without you hand in hand,

Reminds me of the nip in the air,

Your pretty smile, your golden blond hair,

Yes thinking of you makes the weather fair.

Good thoughts to you inside and out

A happy holiday I would like to shout!

 I sat here and thought about it for the longest while. As if I was a physical part of the bench we shared the moments in time and gazed out upon the sea. The world turning, time racing through the mind and soul. A whisper of thoughts thrust out on invisible airways scattering in the afternoon breeze. Like dandelion fairies the energy flows every which way. The sun sets, the moon rises, day after day. The horizon is always level with the ocean not up or down but illuminating the wide expanse of water. The dune grass wiggles in the wind refreshing my mind once again. My hands rest upon the weathered wood sensing the soft splinters gray and uplifting. No one knows I am here sitting and waiting. Watching and learning. Remembering and wanting. Whispers in the wind. When will I see you again? I'll be here. Close and near. The sea calls for me. And you.

  You held the door open beckoning my desire to enter your secret cottage in the forest. There was no visible pathway leading me to you only the pathway in my mind as the breezes ushered me through the grassy field.

The aroma of the setting, the sounds of tranquilly, the flickering candlelight and the relaxation waiting within, lay deep in my soul. You whisper "Come to me" as I wander near. My lungs labor under the rapid pace uphill to the cottage.

Breathing deeply and exhaling with wisps of exhaustion I see your face. A half smile and relaxed chin highlight your glowing invitation. The specks of daylight reflecting from the dark pupils of your deep brown eyes capture my vision slowing my pulse with every step. Strands of dark amber hair dangle delicately from your forehead teasing the scattered freckles upon your cheekbones.
I lift my legs over the weathered steps and settle upon the worn planks on the porch. You open your arms and direct me inside as my eyes struggle to adjust to the dim light of the room.

Gently closing the door you turn  and with only a sigh you reach out to me. I step into your outreached hands and pull you close and embrace your small frame. Your heartbeat swings into my chest and speaks to my being. We move a few steps  holding each others arms while standing upon a worn woolen fringed rug. Yeah, you called to me, yeah I came to you, yeah we are here.

Time went by so fast. I cannot remember all the moments as she told me once again the seasons were changing. The flower buds, the birds in the yard, the smell of fresh cut grass. Azure skies daunted on the horizon with towering cumulus clouds to keep one at guard. The stature of the the trees unfolding their glory before your eyes. The wind whispers in your ear as raindrops tickle your fancy. Yeah it is time. Might as well be. A change of pace, a change of attire, a change of expression, a change of hope and of course a change of seasons. Spring has sprung, the grass has ris' and I wonder where the little birdies is? She chuckles and turns her head as she departs, I smile, I fret . . .  . but yet I know the seasons are changing.

The waters were swift, the riverbank was still. Deep ran the current, shallow was the soil. Uninhabited, the land beckoned a visitor to wander its ghastly shore. Footsteps from times gone by lay deep beneath the ancient ground. A cry is heard from within reaching out to the wind spreading like fairies through the clear October skies. The tree branches hung low sweeping the earth with leaves of red, yellow and orange. Dressed like warriors, they guard the kingdom. I am on the other side seeking a pathway to cross. A log, some rocks, a breach of some sort would guide my way. Why cross I ask myself? To place my feet upon the foreign soil? To pamper my desires or conquer my fears? The wind swirls around my face leading me downstream. Dark shadows feed thick green moss upon the rocks. Water from the river bathes their briskly hairs allowing my feet to slip with each step. Guarded by instinct, I cautiously move with the wind against my back. I come to a bend with rocks towering ever so high. A tattered and torn gray log with dangling green ferns dancing in the breeze just above the choppy waters lay across the frigid boundary. It is here as I whisper to myself, to cross. I gaze upward to the azure skies, no clouds, no birds, nothing. I sit and slither somewhat reluctantly across the gnarled tree. The rushing water below me tarries my being, I raise my eyes and stare at the other side. Closer I move.

I tossed the ice cubes from my soft drink upon the lawn where they remained until the break of dawn. The wind was still, the sky was clear, and there they stayed on their own free will. Not to melt at least for a little while, and as I entered my car I chuckled with a smile. I said goodbye to the icy slush while driving away, inviting them to come back and visit another day.