our four season house

as the snow falls gently covering up our footsteps from the driveway to the porch,
you put your hand in mine and we wander inside,
the rug beckons for our boots, and the coat rack adorns our latest puffy jackets and scarves,
the night sky cries out for a fire and glasses of wine,
cuddle me close in warm plaid blankets.

spring rolls in and little pink blossoms bud on the barren trees out our front window,
as the frost melts away from the roof, we throw on our running clothes and take a jog,
laughing along the way and taking in the fresh air,
the sun shines brightly and the breeze is refreshingly perfect,
picnics on our porch, lemonade and sweet tea always in the fridge.

summer brings on the brightest amount of sunlight shining through our huge windows in the kitchen,
as i sit on the island in the middle and you cook a late morning breakfast,
and smile at me from time to time as i drink my coffee and check the latest online updates,
then it is sangria in the backyard, out by our pool,
as the sun kisses our skin, in the heat of the day.

fall rushes in with gusts of wind and colored leaves flutter to the ground,
we rake the front yard together and act like ten year olds again,
evening walks, and cute cardigans, this is one of my favorite seasons,
so romantic, you sweep me off my feet, and take me into town,
for an evening if memories and warmth.

over the past whirlwind of seasons,
you havent failed to hold my hand through it all
and have blessed me with sweet forehead kisses.
and in between seasons, vacations existed,
from beaches to backpacking,
we have seen plenty,
but nothing compares,
to our sweet house that is more than just that,
its a place where memories are made
and where all the seasons are seen,
its our home, together.

honeymoon stage, over.

and she sits all morning waiting for just one call,
a line with his voice linger softly,
but the call never comes....
her day drags by, and she is caught in a tangle of lies,
and questions reality,
will he stay or will he go?
and when these questions meet her answers,
she is left scared and still waiting,
as the sports channels play,
game after game,
she is caught up in a dream,
with sweet tea in hand,
she drinks the next few hours away,
and 3 months have gone by
and this is when it all wears off,
it gets real,
and the days get hard,
as she still waits,
after river dates,
and dinner time,
the night sky reigns,
then finally a sound, but only in passing,
and time continues to remain
as a backdrop in her brain,
whats left of this moment,
just frustration.

so please let them make it past this piece of time,
please let them work this out.

vantage point

there's an undeniable feeling shaking at my finger tips,
it sits in f stops and shutter speeds,
and when the perfect shot comes my way
accomplishment rushes through my bones,
and joy fills my face.

to be caught up in each other is a beautiful thing.
these thoughts are so far away...
but i can't wait.