Winter’s wain
I wasn’t the first one she chose.
I was the first to offer my hand to hold.
Nearly was a whole lifetime in between.
Children, three of them, a house, in green.
Words enough to overflow a bowl.
Yet light of leaf, dry before a wind.
Meaning wanted something more.
Laughter to erupt quietly from eyes?
Like winter takes something away,
roosted in, held close to breast.
Fearlessly I might just pray,
I am the last and full.
My hand like rain received.
Neil Reid © January 2010
bearly audible 
“Words enough to overflow a bowl” very pretty and such sadness.
Pamela
Thank you Pamela.
You know how much I love the rain! There’s that “sad” thing again. The lifetime of waiting was worth the wait.
Julie
No flower that blooms too late!
And April is just around the corner….