ElleSpeak

As I reach inside the mailbox on this still, snow-covered morning
A bird’s voice falls from the sky to my ear
It’s behind me…loud and clear…
And it’s the only sound I hear

Slowly I turn and stand stock-still,
Much like the trees so near
My eyes flit up, up through the branches
Seeking, but not yet seeing

Another moment flies fast away…and then
I spy her…gawping back at me
Our eyes hold fast…my heart quite certain…
She is speaking only to me

Just the two of us,
On a cold, cold winter morning
Gazing at each other
Sharing the warmth of the light within