First Kiss Poem by James Gibbons

Delicate damsels danced while we slept
scintillating white gowned ballerina's
tumbled from the arms of the soft moon glow
until roof and garden somnolent lay
polar scenes of blowing billowing clouds
a harvest of winter surprises

Children's time, rolled white, carrot nose
eyes blackened, moving, stretched.
arms, legs as busy windmills
mimicking heavenly forms
transformed into soft snow angels
glistening in the crystalline air

And when evening visited
bonfires blazed bright, hard crisp ice
suspended skaters on frozen pond
She stopped, turned, moon light flooded
her soft fair face, her red hair matched
the fire's blaze and I was compelled
kissing her lips, holding, kissing
so many years ago
now only remembrances
of soft shapes and shadows lingering in Aurora's memory