Woman

The way she walks

Is Spring in deep Winter

Fresh, breezy, brisk

This vision walks right up to me.

Elegant in her gait

Worlds twirled into her hair

Unraveling with each drop of rain

She shakes out of her mane.

Her eyes, her eyes

They will shine like diamonds

Even when she’s ninety five

And all the world‘s a blur.

She has the scent of class

Her perfumed voice

Breathing soft whispers

As we dance a slow waltz.

By the same token

She can breathe out fire

And knock you to the ground

If you mess with any that she loves.

Heart soft as butter

A pillar of strength to others

A beauty that solves a Rubik’s cube

She’s always a woman to me.