Little Irish Kisses

It is the way you
bend your knee,
holding all the luck in this
world with a gentle restraint.

Green as a leprechaun,
your heritage captivates me
all the more
as you fleece me with your gold.

Time was it,
lonely,
rainy,
when days left their drops upon my
shoulders, sighing
from the weight of my problems.


I need you, now,
wrapped around you I am safe.
I have the universe and its salvation
all in one vision.

In March, the barren stick trees
formulate winter's losing its freeze,
some of your warmth will light
the way,
as you kiss me
a smiling Irish child beckoning
in the distance waving a shamrock,
asking me to
come play
so sure you have heard that there is
a kingdom for those who live
blessed lives together.

First Place in Stormy Lady's Weekly Poetry
Contest