When Winter Comes

This verse,
these words full of wonder
and discovery,
leave me content
as a lover adored
with the fever of a body
that voyaged through distances
and the depths of space and time,
to find another shore.

I am newly born here;
a pilgrim with a pen,
waiting to weave these words
into a simple poem-

the strongest pretty patterns offered
lovingly from the soft place
of a safe soul.

When winter comes
I will be ready.

The coals of my heart gasp
waiting for the breath
that awakens,
fully present
and wise
in the glow
of that fire.