Quiet Beauty of the Season
A snap of twigs
Birds in slumber
The quiet sounds
Of the cold night
I take your hand
Cold in mine
We talk in quite voices
Of history and events
Love and beauty
Of the cold night
And the moon through the cold bright sky…
Trying to put into verse the love of parents who started as friends then lovers and have been together for almost all of their lives is easy…sometime. But sometimes there isn’t a song or a verse or lyric that can capture just walking and talking. We talk about everything. About being a parent, about history, about science, about politics, and of course about people we know. We talk about our family and drama and silly things that don’t really matter. I make bad puns and the worst of jokes. He puts up with it. We walk close, always close, always a hand brushing a hand as the kids and dog stroll ahead under the night sky. Unlike my verse it isn’t quiet. We can always hear the frogs in the vernal pools, even in December there are frogs in a deafening concert of frog love.
You make a bond, a friendship, a love that lasts forever and it just happens and it is magic.
Wishing magic will happen for all of my dear readers.
xoxoxo
Juliette
Vampire Maman 
Sometimes it’s magic, others it’s just a lot of effort on the parts of both people…, trust, caring, sensitivity, understanding, and others…, all the building blocks of that “magic”.
Paul