Summons For Love Poem by Jennifer Batch

Oh such a cold chill has been cast upon the spring nights air
Yet falling upon her pale skin, compared to the cold concealed within her
It feels like a gentle warmth softly enveloping the essence of her body
Ah, night is filled with a low rumbling accompanied by a caressing warning
It calls out as if an owl of enormous size
were hooting in magical tones to summon its love
And as the illusionary warmth of the cold chill begins to dissipate
Leaving her entwined in her disparaging state, she longs to reach out into the night
To grab hold of the rumbling, hooting beast and be swept away
As if an ocean of sky were swallowing her up only to find herself
Washed upon the shore where unimaginable love awaits her
For just as the enormous owl had called out to summon its love
Sent she a summons out into the night for a love
One who, unlike the illusionary warmth of the cold spring air
Would warm her heart, warm her soul, remaining true without fading away