footprints in the snow
my foot steps into the footprint you made in the snow;
golden and blue all at once as the sun collides
and melts into the blue of your eyes.
My poems sail into the wind of your thoughts
on the beach where winter waves chase the seals
And your words weave the seagrass into windows of light and shadow.
Winter light casts spells into the wind ;
love an echo of the alphabet.
Numbers embrace the timing of the tide
while spells are cast across the wind.
Time stands away from a shimmer
for your footprints in the snow.;
ever so gently into the weave of your sweater;
your nordic song embracing its own life.