Walking

If through summer,

I hear the song of the finch, bright and yellow as the sun.

I see the light shining on the still, deep waters.

I taste the tart, sweet sorbet dripping onto my fingers.

I feel the cool breeze from the lake at sunset.

I smell the coconut oil wafting from the tanners lying on sand.

I walk with you on the beach, hand-in-hand,

And I know that the passion of our souls burns bright together.

If through fall,

I hear the crunch of fallen leaves as children laugh their way back to school.

I see God’s artistic paintbrush as He colors the landscape in bright hues.

I taste pumpkin pie and persimmon pudding as the turkey bakes.

I feel the warmth of my newly-donned coat shield me from the cold wind.

I smell Earth; the soil preparing for winter’s test.

Our hearts share a warm love and thanks for all good that has passed

As if by fireside we feast on thoughtful words and drink of grace.

If through winter,

I hear the quiet serenity of the rest and contemplation of many souls.

I see the hills draped in bright white, preparing for the renewal of spring.

I taste the rich things that bring warmth and belonging.

I feel the chill of melted snow that has slipped into my boots.

I smell the pine that will set the mood for the season—Christ’s birth.

You stay close to me and we quietly make room for

Presents under the tree and a grand celebration of togetherness.

If through spring,

I hear the song of the new bird, “here to stay.”

I see the explosion of green as each new leaf reaches out for the sun.

I taste the refreshing spring water melted from the heights of the mountains.

I feel the energy coursing through every living thing.

I smell the sweet buds of flowers that await the bees and new life.

I feel your hand in mine, ready to take on the world

Two hearts weathered through sun and snow, now sing a beautiful harmony.