Kreisler - Liebeslied, A Waltz

by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)

The notes float like wood shavings
settling on cuckoos,
or a handmade table with carved out hearts,
the bow flies across the strings
weaving strands of
sugared icing on apple strudel
the kitchen warms around us

through the window the
world mounds in
whiteness,
softer than a young girl’s skin
or an ermine muff with a white velvet cape

drapes our stage with a snowy symphony
that backdrop to our winter waltz
where our grandchildren watch, wonder
giggle with embarrassment

we laugh as we lilt over
worn trails that have
seen our dances through these
many years

now the fiddler plays clearer
with each passing year
jonquils await under the snow
there lie landmarks of our
love and labor too

a garden sleeps until
spring pulls it to color
but for now we keep the hearts and flowers
bright and warm
with kisses in our eyes and
honey flowing through our hearts
What is sweeter?

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 1/2012