A Morning Chill

A shiver in the morning chill
up the spine, wind o'er the hill
whispers of the warmth awaiting
within earth's womb, love incubating

You take my hand and walk with me
o'er meadows of the flowers' sea
and we sink into the softest scent
of sweetgrass that the wind and meadow lend

A flower plucked, you give to me
and the sense of all eternity
in just this moment, drawing near
as sun dawns within skies so clear

and slowly, gently, rises here within
this hand that touches mine as worlds spin
in cyclic patterns being born
of formů

? Michaelette ?

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