I remember so well.
That tang of wood smoke in the air
Crisp clear frosty evenings
Lights twinkling from ages old windows
Once looked through by ancients in years so long ago
I remember as we sat together in love,hearing sounds
The gravelly crunch outside
Booted feet in frost hardened snow.
Laughter of that midwinter season
Passers by. Passing by. Wooly hats and enfolded in scarves.
Words of joy mixed with steamy breath.
At our beginning
The start of our dreams and desire
And awakening passion
Windows morning frosted with rimey white ice
I’d rise and wipe a warm hand over cold wetness on the glass
Watch a fresh new world of hope and beginning
As the town started to stir.
Bright sun in a cold blue sky
As you slept still in our warm loving bed
I loved to hear you stir, bed creaking as you turned
Your soft breathing changing
As morning and wakefulness instilled its freshness in you.
A car starting outside Coughing as blue smoke clouded the clear air.
The sound of ice being scraped from a glass.
As exhaust smoke joined the fray.
And I’d slide in beside you to feel the closeness of you
The warmth of body and heart as I kissed you
You sighed and murmured
At the start of our dream.
I felt your warm arms enfold me in love and my protection
From the evil of this world of tears and hate
“I love you.” you’d smile.
Tousled hair and sleepy dark eyes
And our joy for a new day. A new life.
Our escape. Our freedom to strive
Against those that would tarnish our love if they could
But they won’t
And rising. Our day began.
Noses tickled by the tang of wood smoke.
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