THE BEST GIFTS

The wind captured a branch and set it beating drum rhythms on my windowpane.
Roused from my long deep sleep
I stretched my white arms overhead
And languidly bid my body rise and greet the day.

My first step is dizzying, but I push on
And walk straight forward into summer,
Blown by a breeze that comes strong and steady from the north,
Lifting the hem of my pale gown.

He steps quietly outside the tree line, garbed in silver, hands dripping with treasures,
And gives me jewels to fill my empty spaces.

The sound of our delighted laughter carries softly on the wind.