I love you in every long lonely walk home
from the fall of autumn
to the deep quiet of winter
through the early rising spring
to the lazy daze of summer.
I love you in every moment and every thought of my waking mind,
and I love you in every slumbering passion.
You gave me the music that comforts me.
You gave me the heart that holds me.
A subtle wink in the artful visions of minds memory
and I return to your breath, to your touch
to your slumber beside
tomorrow.

• walk
• winter