by Amy Krohn
I read a verse of poetry this morn,
and the sweet longing of it swelled my heart.
I spoke aloud my love for you this noon,
and the words dropped golden from my lips.
I bathed myself in sunshine as I walked,
and your hands touched warm upon my cheeks.
I ate my supper in peace and solitude,
and my prayer arose a duet, my voice with yours.
I went to bed in the dark of night,
and you held me near, so blessed near.
Amy Krohn is the mother of three young children, the wife of a farmer, a writer, and a lover of all things beautiful. She blogs at http://amykrohn.wordpress.com/. You can find her book of stories, A Flower in the Heart of the Painting, on Amazon or www.wisebloodbooks.com.