My bare toe touches the dew.
Shivering, I step upon the velvet grass.
Quail hum contentedly through the hedge.
Robins and blackbirds rest on the grapevines
And tap a quiet message to you
As you sleep inside
Cradled under the down blanket
We shared last night.
Misty morning cold fills my lungs
And the spaces in my heart
Between the love I feel for you
And the gratitude I daily know
Are filled with peaceful quiet as the sun touches my face.
Gazing across the pond
The cows low in the early morning,
Milk straining their teats,
And I know there is no other place that would give me such quiet grace
Unless it is a place that I go with you.
And I turn my back to the cows,
And return contentedly to your bed
To press my now cold body
To your warm chest.
And without opening your eyes
Your arms enfold me.