Gifted Poem by Dianne Feaver

Hearing your call one morning, I wass led
beyond the window where, unfettered in flight,
Autumn rose up effortlessly, its light
quietly composed, fragile and fair, we rooted
ourselves in its deep, promising bed.

Then our days were simple and complete
We drank the universe held in a raindrop.
and slept the winter through -how could we not-
A warm hearth, mulled wine, our unwavering belief
Spring will grace us with another life, another lot.

Your call was the seed we planted - How it grew then-
free and fertile, unfurling in new light
Arms spread to the sky, we bloomed our delight
and because you called, a future of seasons,
as beautiful a love gift as was ever given.