Matthew Brackley Poet I do not know?

The Gift

Snow falling heavily on my shoulders, 
soft crunch underfoot, 
harsh bite of air in my face, 
must pick up the pace 

My hand  frozen on my staff 
stillness in the air 
sky thick and heavy with snow, 
many miles to go 

My sigh escapes me 
in a cloud of breathy steam, 
for this gift i carry, 
i must not tarry 

This precious thing 
that comes with me 
must be given 
to the one who's has been chosen, 
on this land of frozen 

No more miles to go 
in this land of falling snow, 
the warmth of my gift 
heats me so 

stillness of air 
snow falling silently 

My heart guides me so , 
through ice and drifting snow 
lantern light, 
in growing dark of night 

I will  soon be there 
for the gift cannot wait, 
must never be late 

Soft knock at wooden door, 
it opens, 
for this is the lady I saw 
in my dreams, 
the gift I carry for 

Warmth of firelight, 
I hold the gift I have carried so far, 
in this land of white 

I hold her hands in mine 
golden light flows between 
for you have just seen 
the gift of love ,so fine 

Her soft kiss, 
melts my snow 
this is my place,I know, 
something not to miss. 
through ice and snow drift 
we both have the gift 

For you only really know 
in this land of ice and drifting snow, 
that the heart beats so, 
for the gift of love 

Firelight flickering, 
soft candlelight glowing, 
my pulse quickening, 
sharing the gift, 
in our love making

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