Harbinger

Before she walks in

In all her glory

My heart and mind

Weave about a story

The wind sweeps in

Her fresh essence

The harbinger to

Her coming presence

The floor shouts

The clapping of slippers

I hear it all

If only a whisper

The eerie way

How minds connect

I see her coming

As always… perfect

You do not need eyes to see

Ears to hear or heart to feel

All you need

Is her to be