footprints in the snow

Slowly,

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 

and waits

for your footprints in the snow.;

ever so gently into the weave of your sweater;

your nordic song embracing its own life.