WINTER GIFTS

Originally published within WFOL 2009 Treasure Hunt

 

~ Carole W

 

  

Catherine’s Poem for Vincent

 

 You create me

in your arms

 

Ancient, fire-born of the earth

you fold around me 

enclose me

unify me

 

I am a crystal lake cradled here

Your pulse feeds the stream of me and

I am fathomless

I am still

I reflect your cloudlessness

and the blue of heaven’s tint

And every peak and valley of yours is mine

and any fierce sweep of wind

The ripple and stir of me is your doing                 

 

We are limitless.

 

 

 

 

 Vincent's poem for Catherine

 

 My dream ...

amorphous, rises opal on veiled mists.

The earth takes welcome form

and we walk together.

 

A rocky, dawn-lit coastline fades

to the park of aged trees slanted through with 

summer’s blaze.

We pass through the shadow of willows.

 

Entwined with me upon the gray-green moss

under the downpour of sunlight, you tremble

at the near-agony of my ardor.

Your soft and pleading gasp ... oh ...

My name in your whisper.

 

My dream, my truth...

You, Catherine.