Quickening

On the last days of summer
when the sun peeked through the clouds
in shades of honey dew, 
and dripped across the western sky
in a muted apricot blush,
I caught a glimpse of you. 

You lingered only a moment
floating in the coolness
of the drifting breeze and I saw
your smile painted on the clouds 
with the fragile tips of angel wings
and as the colours faded into the night
I saw the sparkle of the stars
from your eyes. 

I reached a hand into the night
and plucked a kiss you’d left behind
between the North star and the little dipper,
and pressed it gently against my lips
where it grew into a warm embrace
spiralling around me like a vine
until it reached my toes.

And I was planted,
and there I bloomed, 
with petals open to the morning sun
relishing the tender touch of your caress
disguised as dewdrops gliding
o'er my skin
and I turned my face into the breeze
to taste you on my tongue
and breathe an ample helping of your Love
deep into my soul.

Enough to satisfy
until another glimpse of you
floats by.



december 2005
Janet Reid



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