Plaid

Fall is here.

It’s here in this little British town in October.

The leaves dying as embers and falling away,

Full of life.

The cathedral standing against an unsure sky

And the house with the ivy tattoos,

Beautiful images of the countryside.

And for an odd moment,

I want you here.

I don’t want you here to act in my play,

Write our names in the stars,

Or find me in hide-and-seek.

I just want you here

Comfortable in my presence, and I in yours.

The quiet burning of the tree’s arms

The warm brick buildings

And the energy in the air,

Bidding us breathe deeply the late afternoon

and curl softly into the chilly night

that waits for not a soul.

I just want you here so I can share my sight.

So you can see the clouds rolling over the green sea of life

Grown from fresh air and beautiful country soil.

So you can see me see it;

For I fancy that’s half the delight.

I’d like to share with you,

hot chocolate and thick plaid

warming toes wrapped in woolen socks.

I’d like warm hands matched with warm gloves

And warm hearts.

The world shrinks as the cold sets in, and

I want it to bring you a little closer to me.