Walking with My Wife
Walking in the woods with you,
voicing the ebb and flow of our hopes.
Frost riming, white glazing branches
drooping towards the dark river’s pitch.
What will trick the secret shadows
to make a revelation of themselves?
How can we lay bare sun glint gold
and not be seared by incandescence?
The years and season’s passing have
never palled the chance to embark,
to instigate our interlacing love,
the slender strands of our well-spun web,
the befriending of our broken souls,
and beckon the magic this walk extols.
From The Call of the Unwritten – Book and Audio available on My Website