They come
marching
in a line
stretched long
although made
of fluff
bringing a bite
in the air
with them
as they move
as one
towards land
promising the need
for warm mittens
and ear flaps
Sweet moments
weigh heavy
in tufts
of memory
as the soul aches
for losses
and cold winter
creeps in
to the heart of men
as the sadness
of loss
swallows
us
whole
Standing tall
and strong
they bend
just enough
to not break
while each
steady branch
holds weight
too heavy
for the roof below
and the sentinels
watch over
those beneath.
Waves or fields
or frozen forests
we frolic
together
find the fun
and with each day
threads
of our bond
grow stronger
as souls entwine
and move as one
through it all
stronger together
than alone
Your breath
washes over
my senses
hot and searing
your gaze
filled with intensity
that digs deep
to touch the soul
and even though
you’ve yet
to touch me with
calloused hands
your heat radiates
and melts me
Sitting in eager
anticipation
I seek a moment’s rest
as chaos calms
from the storm
time off is almost here
just one more day
just a drive away
and there’ll be
no more chaos to fear
and I can wallow
in sweet relief
for a fortnight of
warmth and loving care