The blustery winter air creeps in the door behind you
As I walk out of the kitchen
I am seeing everything so clearly
You in all of your beauty
Taking your hood off and wiping the fresh snow from your face
Stomping your shoes against the welcome mat
As you hear me say that dinner is ready
It feels like a slow-motion movie scene
As you pick your head up
And look at me
I think about all of the moments like these.
There is a set change for each season,
As I recall in November
The leaves crunched under your boots
And you smelled like pumpkin pie.
Your dew covered sandals
Rested by the door,
Your lips tasted like honeysuckle
And your hair smelled of lilac.
And for the entirety of March
You looked like heaven.
Hair pulled back,
In your best tee shirt
Shoelaces tapping against the hallway floor
As you rush in to tell me
You just heard the funniest story.
So while you stand in front of me,
And I seem to stare, but not to speak…
These are my memories,
The quiet things I like to keep.