Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Golden Warm

Maria Kelly

Lying back on summer-green grass,

gazing up at Heaven.

Stars are brighter than ever,

Night is blacker than velvet.

Heat lightning flashes in a distance far,

far away for now, no threat now, no harm.

For now I am warm--golden warm.

Warmed by love and wine

and the thought of you--asleep at my side,

though sharp is the wind;

it howls and keens!

Come storm and do your worse!

I am golden.

I am warm.


Cynthia Schuerr said...

Maria, I could feel the golden glow of warmth as I read, almost as if melting. And then the strength of daring the storm to come and do it's worse. So quickly, the emotion changes.

Maria A. Kelly said...

Thanks, Cindy. I'm glad you enjoyed it.