Lugh’s Garden

North winds from the lake
Bring Winter’s chill to her face,
And tears to her eyes,
But deep in her soul’s center,
The fire of love burns brightly.

If I was the wind,
I would toss your hair aside,
And set your smile free.

Savor the child’s kiss,
No other will be as true,
Or freely given.

Sometimes,
Small thoughts can fill
The large and daunting space,
Reserved for great ideas found
Missing.

It came upon me,
This feeling I have for you,
Like fog, on cats’ feet,
Like snow falling through dark trees
At twilight, in the forest.

It comes upon me
In the hours just before dawn,
This feeling of warmth,
That chases away the night,
Filling my day with your glow.

It came silently,
So quiet, I noticed not,
That it had filled me
With the joy of knowing you,
Though, in truth, I know little.

In the little moments,
That I keep just for my self,
I sit quietly,
Thinking of you, and the way
You bring this feeling of love.