Under a February Sky………….

I turned and whispered, do you remember how it felt to run through trees in winter light?
To stand breathless in broken shadow,
Under a frozen February sky…….

Follow me to a secret place,
Where magic waits in morning dew,
And silence sings, so soft and low……….

Touch this sun dappled skin,
Kiss this mouth……
Love this ‘supernatural’, this windswept wilderness,
In all its beguiling beauty.

Run with me over hills and fields,
Till your heart pounds in your chest.
Remember how it felt when you were young…..
To let go,
To fall,
To believe in wonderment……