Open Poetry #6 |
Love Gentle As the Coming of Spring |
Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
You cradle me tenderly in our waterbed, while the still-winter slanted sunlight pours through the lattice work on the deck outside our upstairs castle tower room. A light wind moves shadows from the firs against the house, before the sun creeps round the edge of the wall. Our breathing braids together, like our hair, both heads still blonde, though with a sparkle here and there; and in this gentle dawning, you reach for my hand, and we lie quietly side by side, while a perfect sleepy peace enfolds us like our light down comforter. The tiptoeing in of spring, with its fresh breezes and bright colors, finds our love ever growing, ever deepening, like the rich greens of aspens spreading overhead, and cherry blossoms fragrant in a wind warm as your smile. We loved so early, so fierce and strong, it grew with us like a hot blood in our veins. Yet I always count the time of our love in celebration and awe, that after thirty-seven years, and after all the fires we’ve walked through, the sight of you still thrills me so. Each dawn, when I open my eyes, I’m always a girl again, just for that moment with your dear face next to mine. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Beautiful. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Rosemary, this is such a lovely love you speak of and I am so glad it holds you still. How wonderful the way you write of it... a sigh from me. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
A simply wonderful title to a very warm, loving, and well written poem. How beautiful your love is. Liz |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Rosemary few poems move me to tears as this one did. Beautiful to say the least. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Rosemary ! ! Where have you been? You've been greatly missed by this lady. This poem is soooooo YOU ! Gentle loving thoughts reach out and grab the page ... holding on with a heart so sensitive and loving. Love to you and Dale. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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