…and then I saw you.

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…and then I saw you,

the source of ancient whispers

caught upon springs breeze.

The warm caress protecting

from winters freeze,

the soft echo of snow,

The golden rays and pink skies

of summer, the oceans call

and the silence of

autumns twilight hours…

and then I saw you the source

of ancient whispers and then I saw

you and I knew I was found.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

Darkness within.

Your darkness draws me in like a cold winters night,

wrapping itself around my body, creeping under my skin.

Your darkness whispers to me as the breeze whispers

to the changing leaves on an early autumn night.

Your darkness caresses me like the spring sun that

creeps in to warm the freezing days .

Your darkness ignites a flame deep inside of me that burns

like the deep heat of a clear summers day.

Your darkness is under my skin, your darkness

found the darkness I hide within.

 

Karen Hayward ©2015

 

 

Softly I fall.

Once fresh and vivid green with

flushed pink cherry blossom petals

dancing at her side.

The small leaf was transformed

by autumn. Her soul the

deepest red of a dying heart.

Winds charged past her,

in a twirling swirl of immediate

urgency.

Each gust pulling her

toward a subtle breeze.

Each breeze pushing her back

toward the growing storm.

Will she ever stop falling?

Will the soft breeze ever catch her?

A constant cyclone

as she transforms and withers

into a  winter leaf.