A delicate velvet white drape

Reaches across the wooded glade

With each breath taken by me

A slither of curtain evaporates into dawns light

Spotlights highlight the bluebells

There shape remind me of wedding bells

Rich colours on natures blanket are revealed

Yellow dappled sunshine breaches the canopy

It is like nature being reborn each day

Long ears protrude from behind a gnarled root of an ancient oak

The rabbets veins are silhouetted

Briefly, a head bobs up, eyes searching

Startled, by my movement, it darts for denser growth

A peacock’s cry invades this morns chorus,

A flat note in a musical chorale

As I turn, I blow into my cupped hands

My eyes savour miniscule detail, drinking in nature’s beauty

Our rustic cottage fills my view

The hazy image, through laced curtains, focuses my vision

Your naked form arrests my gaze

A warming feeling swells my loins

My mind returns to our tender, yet passionate union

The gentle touch of your sweet caress

Climaxed by beads of perspiration

I return to our lovers nest

Re-entering our room I watch you breathing, and smile

Catching sight of the empty velvet lined box

Like a feather, I lift your left hand

A gem the colour of bluebells adorns your finger

I pinch myself my love

I replay those words you gave in answer to my question

‘I will marry you’

© Phil Golding  06/08