poets in love

words touched words
ere fingertips
reached across the kismet
darkness seen
exposed and loved
though eyes had not met yet

souls entwined
with letters scribed
on each tangled tendril
hearts embraced
as stanzas wrapped
pulses soothed and tranquil

now combined
both word and deed
love poems penned on skin
in our eyes
with lover’s gaze
the message plain within

ink flows through
these fated veins
stains our home with colour
you and I
for ever more
a poetic wonder

For those new to my story, this is auto-biographical – Bruce & I met online via our poetry blogs, fell in love by words, and now live together very happily

Spring in October

I’ve been through the dying days of autumn
where all was drying, cracking, ending
I’ve been through the silent days of winter
where all was empty, frozen, lonely
This feels like spring despite October
written on the changing leaves
Springtime came, false start at first
with storms and sudden icy blasts of lies
But that early opening set the scene
for truth, emerging buds like crocus flowers
And as the soft earth warms, we stretch our stems
towards each other, seeking light that shines
in glorious newness of our season in the sun