Autumn's Blaze
By Sappho
I watched her from the doorway, the sweet tunes of her music traveling towards me on the wind like a scent of heaven.
The tilt of her head indicated the passion she was pushing into each stroke of the bow across the bridged instrument. The rapturous look on her face, her eyelids closed over aquamarine pools that I had stared into many times before. Her sweet rose petal lips pursed with the gratifying force of the melody.
A sudden wind blew up, causing me to catch my breath and stare over the hedge as autumn red leaves blew on Mother Nature's breath, and I could see the distant clouds of winter building in their bruised colors of grays and purples, tinted with the secrets of dark blue and blacks. Forbidding and a warning to the coldness of death that awaited around the corner. Glancing back at my beloved, I had to smile as her dress blew up to reveal smooth, satin legs, trim from her obsession with water, her aqua colored hair coiled around the invisible faeries of wind as they gathered around my beautiful princess. They caressed her skin, kissing her hands, flitting to her soul-bared weakness. The leaves of the Oak tree were red and orange, ablaze with fire that is the last hold to life, and they too seemed to dance their last dance to Michiru's music, twisting and turning, brushing against each other, the wind, her legs, her arm.
I gazed at the garden that slowly accepted sleep, knowing that it wouldn't be long till they would come up once more to gaze upon their own beloved. I could almost hear the flowers and herbs sigh, turning with a brief spurt of energy to gaze upon the goddess that stood amongst them.
A drop of rain fell on the back of my hand, and I broke from my thought with a sigh, hearing the second warning of Father Storm.
"Michiru," I said quietly as she finished on a decadently high note, letting it fade into the twilight. "Come inside."
She stood for a moment; eyes closed in ecstasy as the notes faded from her being. The jewels that opened to look up made me watch her intently as she strode over the garden path, her bare feet crushing stray rosemary that scented the air even in winter's thick blanket of ice.
"The wind was blowing," she said quietly as way of explanation. It didn't take much for her to find inspiration for the music that seemed to pour out of her existence. "I started a fire," I said closing the door behind her.
She smiled up at me as she tucked the violin in its case, and turned to trace ice cold fingers over my jaw line, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. It took just the feeling of our finger tips touching, for her to pull me with her to sit in front of the cozy warmth of the blaze, a heavy woolen blanket wrapped around us as I held her close. Her petite form leaned against my chest, a leg resting across my thighs, her faint perfume wafting up as she took my hands in hers.
"I love you," she whispered, wiggling her toes in front of the fire, giving a contented sigh.
I smiled, bringing her close. "Ai shiteru, Michiru."
I watched her from the doorway, the sweet tunes of her music traveling towards me on the wind like a scent of heaven.
The tilt of her head indicated the passion she was pushing into each stroke of the bow across the bridged instrument. The rapturous look on her face, her eyelids closed over aquamarine pools that I had stared into many times before. Her sweet rose petal lips pursed with the gratifying force of the melody.
A sudden wind blew up, causing me to catch my breath and stare over the hedge as autumn red leaves blew on Mother Nature's breath, and I could see the distant clouds of winter building in their bruised colors of grays and purples, tinted with the secrets of dark blue and blacks. Forbidding and a warning to the coldness of death that awaited around the corner. Glancing back at my beloved, I had to smile as her dress blew up to reveal smooth, satin legs, trim from her obsession with water, her aqua colored hair coiled around the invisible faeries of wind as they gathered around my beautiful princess. They caressed her skin, kissing her hands, flitting to her soul-bared weakness. The leaves of the Oak tree were red and orange, ablaze with fire that is the last hold to life, and they too seemed to dance their last dance to Michiru's music, twisting and turning, brushing against each other, the wind, her legs, her arm.
I gazed at the garden that slowly accepted sleep, knowing that it wouldn't be long till they would come up once more to gaze upon their own beloved. I could almost hear the flowers and herbs sigh, turning with a brief spurt of energy to gaze upon the goddess that stood amongst them.
A drop of rain fell on the back of my hand, and I broke from my thought with a sigh, hearing the second warning of Father Storm.
"Michiru," I said quietly as she finished on a decadently high note, letting it fade into the twilight. "Come inside."
She stood for a moment; eyes closed in ecstasy as the notes faded from her being. The jewels that opened to look up made me watch her intently as she strode over the garden path, her bare feet crushing stray rosemary that scented the air even in winter's thick blanket of ice.
"The wind was blowing," she said quietly as way of explanation. It didn't take much for her to find inspiration for the music that seemed to pour out of her existence. "I started a fire," I said closing the door behind her.
She smiled up at me as she tucked the violin in its case, and turned to trace ice cold fingers over my jaw line, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. It took just the feeling of our finger tips touching, for her to pull me with her to sit in front of the cozy warmth of the blaze, a heavy woolen blanket wrapped around us as I held her close. Her petite form leaned against my chest, a leg resting across my thighs, her faint perfume wafting up as she took my hands in hers.
"I love you," she whispered, wiggling her toes in front of the fire, giving a contented sigh.
I smiled, bringing her close. "Ai shiteru, Michiru."