Friday, February 25, 2011

Promise


Winter lasted too long.
I resigned to feeling cold and guarded
and
fearful of its gnawing threat.
But spring did come, at last, as promised,
green and tender.
And – of all things -

asked me to dance.

And I - to my dismay - had forgotten how;
I faltered,

flustered and distracted,
unsure of foot. She sighed kindly
and brought me close, then, to her brave body
and held me
made my steps her steps
her rhythm mine

her breath my breath

and led me, then,
warm and bright and laughing.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

55

55 South Brett, winter 2005