Answering Jonji

Walk on almond paths of winter sprigs and thyme floating upward under steps you left for me in rhyme I wish to counter balance your magnitude and flow with a whisper and an echo like the winter winds which blow Crisp inhale and wonder with a cup of fresh brewed bliss while the loose exhale of winter turns my thoughts toward those I miss You always memorize me while you turn to me in kind with a moment and a whisper which you always leave in rhyme I love you like forever as you warm my hands in yours as we wind on down our sensory paths and land on different shores...