I stand with you at edge of day

I stand with you at edge of day
as we ride the rising dawn aloft;
my arms
in love encircling you,
hugging tight
to keep the morning chill away.

And as we watch from balcony
advancing light
recapture sable snow
and set the pine trees free
from night’s coverlet of captivity,
a vixen in winter-silvered livery
emerges from her den,
searches the air for signs of food –
or danger –
and begins her day of hunting
rabbits, mice and voles.

My hands caressing your
swelling womb
rejoice
in the gravid roundness there,
first child –
hibernating
in your splendid womanhood –
grows
in that dynamic space
through out
this frosted season,
waiting
to appear at edge of day
and ride
his broaching life abroad
come
Spring’s prolific blossoming.


James Gagiikwe © 2008