Wintered

Fluttered dreams

you lie as my thoughts at rest

restless

beside me, still.

Beside myself

a rain of cherry blossoms blush

a dewey cucumber snow

Low and sweet

memories settle in my hair

stark black against the spring

soft, lively,

shades of earth and season

upon the hillside, document

the birth of my beginning and end

and so yours.

You moved me, here.

You took me, here,

with your honeyed words.

You carried me through the seasons

on your fingertips

brushing aside the dark shades in my heart

with the lightness of a petal.

Delicate,

crisp,

like an unwritten novel,

you read me,

you wrote me

and turned me

green to brown.

Black to grey,

still you fade

a sepia photo once captured

and missed.

So I wait,

quiet.

For spring to return.

© 2009 by Michelle Ferris