I am summer
heated and passionate
sweltering, lush
reaching for that burning orb of sun
He is winter
warm and welcoming
like a crackling fire
against my cold toes
I am rushing like a swollen
spring stream
leaping with fish (ideas)
jumping over boulders and
He is slow and steady
lumbering on snow shoes
carefully over uncharted white
prepared and ready for the unexpected
summer that I bring
with my heat, my passion
bursting at the seams with
wild ideas, howling at the moon
that sets, round and cold
above a winter night
filled with warm blankets and quiet
murmuring, creating a climate
just right between us.
3 comments:
Lovely.
I came to comment on language--but the aggregator presented words in a way that looked like you'd sort of written faux Germanic words (effectively, too). Things like "summerheated" and "passionatereaching". And it might be effective, as a device... not overabused, of course.
Are you using google reader? I'll have to try it; that sounds cool! Glad you enjoyed it!
Absolutely beautiful, Kelly.
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