My Love For You

It sauntered down the ladder bridging gaps between immovable mountains and soft spoken clouds. Its human form cast no shadow. And I remember the evening avalanche. That first knock on my door. I remember thinking it significant - my attention arrested by unseen mystery, still knocking, still knocking, still knocking…still. But when I opened & no glimpse to catch of any soft fallen snow appeared, I followed the thrashing heartbeat of lake, followed to my lunar crater filled with comforting hesitation. What impossible structure fallen as rain, tumbled in snow, polished to ice justified fear? Still, fear I felt, orange and clear. The sound of you singing, then, & not singing here. A bushel of lime. 7/5/2019 Submitted for: "Love Poems for Her" contest Sponsored by: Team Poetry Soup