the weight of winter
falls from life's open branches
my path crosses yours
for being as comforting as the seasons.
for shining your light and singing your song.
for meeting within the deepest blue,
a gathering of purple and pink;
and in the darker seasons
between the stars.
for being a window of light
and a gift as beautiful as the stained sky.
and always all ways
for days that are graced with
your path crossing mine.
swimming in the light.