
I sat on my bench waiting for you
Inhaling the winter air I closed my eyes
A kiss touching my lips
A gentle heart keeps us warm amidst the feelings of sharp cold
Waiting
Reserved for souls with a comfortable love of the quiet
Those who can feel the gifts of loneliness and tight hold with equal respect and desire
A gratitude for discomfort as it nudges us towards our sincerest warmth
The ones who have faith and trust in the intuitive nature of departure and arrival
Snow falling gently dresses my surround in a blanket of soft white
Tree limbs wrapping me in their nurturing cover
Reminding me of the importance to be generous and without ask in love
Balanced with the humility of knowing it creates a story and life much larger than you or I
The silence
Allowing my ears to hear the steps you take
The space
Allowing me to honor your path with care
Slowly my heart learned to trust in the quiet
While I was sitting on my bench waiting for you
~Alisa Hutton
Photo Credit ~ Harriet Fancott