Delicacy
With airy tread your footfall makes no sound
though crackling leaves bestrew the frozen ground,
the lightness of your voice floats on the breeze,
its delicacy sets my soul at ease.
A white-flecked silence hovers o’er the croft
as echoes perish, snowfall settles soft.
Weightless and peripheral you flitter,
‘twixt flakes, and the robin’s cheerful twitter.
The treasures of the world are ours to hold,
to cherish and to share as they unfold.
You pass, as gentle as a soft spring rain,
and I enjoy your beauty once again!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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