Elemental

Winter, and the trees are whispered ice

I pause to pull your coat together

Down beyond the fountain, devoid of movement.

My fingers feel as brittle as sheet glass

Pressed to the soft yielding flesh of your lips

Breathing, of clouds grasped from the air.

This was the end of sight, before you came

The grey paled slumber of the dark months

The sky a vein about the break open

Flooding the earth with colour and light

We are invisible to the seasons now

To the geese hurtling for scattered crumbs

And the swans in their life long mating-dance.

You take a picture, of light’s reflections

And mention the element of water turned ice

But here and now, love is our element

And we are in it…