Mar. 14, 2016

As a Whisper


As a whisper you adhere to limbs
the child in me wants angels
written in the snow
you are the first of the season
changing my landscape
letting me know
to be a child
Tip my head back
stick out my tongue
you will kiss it
with your cool moisture
I would not have noticed you
unless I looked for you
as love is in the air
your coolness is a breath
of freshness
No howling today with winds a flurry
Just a whisper your touch
Brings brightness to the desolate limbs
as love brings hope to the heart.

Poem by Christine Swiderski