this morning #1736.
this morning, the love bug bit me again and, in the early moments of my day, i was back at the kitchen table with my typewriter, emotions flowing, ready to write you another heartfelt missive. yesterday, i called my words to you a “poem.” today i’m not as settled on that term. hence the quotes. anyway, here goes. love is like a brisk winter morn. a state of silence. life lying deep beneath the snow waiting oh so patiently. day after day after night. soon to be reborn. love is like a hot summer evening, replete with fireworks & fireflies. you & i under deep, starry skies. laid out on a blanket. bottle of wine. our love wide open. fully realized. moving with the seasons in the way you made me fall for you in the spring.