The Secret Suitor



The Secret Suitor

He came like a secret suitor,

unexpected and suddenly,

He wasn’t dressed in a suit and tie,

but he had a certain charm

and when he came,

I knew he meant no harm

and he swept me off my feet.

 

He was the north wind,

so majestic and powerful,

blowing all about me,

pushing me to and fro,

with great big gusts,

nearly carrying me –

to the skies above.

 

The north wind kept blowing

and I spread my arms,

just like wings,

and it seemed like my feet,

were feather-light,

the north wind and I were dancing.

 

Dancing with the wind,

is like being a whirling dervish,

a spinning top,

that never seems to know how to stop.

Breathtaking and dizzy

and so very, very cold.

 

When the north wind,

takes hold, a move so very bold,

no matter how cold the day,

the faster you spin,

he delights in pushing you farther.

 

We danced down the road

and when we got to my garden gate,

I quickly stepped inside

and turned to make a bow.

Thank you for the dance,

it was pure enchantment,

next time let me have another chance

and the north wind

swept off down the road.

~

For more works by this author see Rasma Raisters Author Page

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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