Spring Love

He spotted her from across the open meadow through the small hedgerow of evergreen trees and hardwoods. She lay so still and so perfect, silent in her deep solace of beauty and grace. He galloped across the field leaping over old dried tufts of orchard grass around large piles of field stone under the branches and over the dead logs to come upon her and stop, INSTANTLY! For one brief moment he stood in awe of her majestic beauty, breathless with his heart racing to a new rhythm and pulsing rapidly to a new beat. Then silent as the cat that might pounce on the mouse it has stalked all day he leapt forward and in one motionless swoop he landed upon her and grabbed her in his arms. Inhaling her essence and swallowing all of her body whole becoming intoxicated and entrapped in her invisible snare.

They melded into one form each becoming the other. Intertwined as one being dancing, swirling and twirling around clasped so tightly one could not tell they were two separate entities. Effortlessly waltzing in one direction then turning to another, around, up, down, back and forth. He would lead then she would lead each never missing a step. That perfect dance of pure love and of pure joy.

He could not remember how long it had been since last being with her, he only knew he was mesmerized and entranced and would forever stay beside her, in her, with her and her with him in all their perfect grace and charm. Until the next winter’s cold would cover her over with its protective shield of ice and close her off from the rest of the world. He would then begin that endless search for her beauty, her grace, that certain ecstasy which comes once again with the warm spring thaw that exposes her perfect soul allowing that spring love and that perfect dance of the wind and the water.