You Are

You Are

 

the warm fire after a walk in the rain.

You are

the walk in the rain

the cloud clambering over the hills

the water twining softly over rocks

the sunshine following.

You are

the wind in the chimney

slow in the evening

the querulous calls of sleepy birds.

You are

the voice in my ear as I sleep

the morning kiss before pancakes

sweet honey on my tongue.

You are

Dark chocolate and red wine.