All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Snow fell soft, slow, and steady through gray of sunless dawn.  Small fine of the flakes grew greater in wet bond through their fall and meet.                All the vision was beauty, romance, and he could not see how one could hate the winter—if one only slowed to live and be in share of […]

               “I am full of lust today,” he spoke.  “I was the same the day before.”                 He spoke not in shame, nor in pride, only admission for as he was.                “Don’t loathe yourself for being human,” she spoke.  “for having energies and vigor and the spirit-want to give and share in their full […]

(continuation to AMBER EVE)                In the amber light that still remained in candles’ last of flame, he touched and caressed her still, enamored with the all of her; high draw of her shoulders in sweet soft-sensing as he traced line-pass of her softened, opened, warmth changed in fill of love.  Smiles on faces, gentleness […]

               Evening set casting shadows long on lawn as within she lit candles in hearth again, heart of the space in ambered like sky in low angled sun.                She rested on floor in lie to thread and soft of rug beneath, her body long, loose and lithe in rest and soft movements in her […]

               World was different than one before in rise of the new-day dawn.  Gone was the ice in cover of limbs and sickled hang from roof and awns.                 Snow of the lawn was mirror smooth, melted in sun of yesterday and frozen back in night.                 From pink and rose of begun dawn-glow, sun […]

               She remained in the spirit well after their love, when high and the throe and energy’s failing fall lived its arc of sounded, sensed, and spirited elations.  From the gentle light of candles’ cast, she rose and made for bed, naked still in body’s denude from outdoors’ layered winter-warmths.                Away from the ambiance, […]

               All they day, they stayed indoors reading, writing, loving, and lounging as moods and inspirations came.  They watched the world outdoors in change from return of sun in a sky clear-blue.  It melted the ice from adorn of trees, tinkle sound of warmth loosened sickles in fall from boughs to shatter and scatter over […]

               From the night and long-made love, they woke to silver dream: sun in rise through clear of blue, ice-glisten on the trees and white of snow beneath.                Through window view, they gazed on the wonder as, awakened and warmed, they returned to love enveloped in down throw-cloud.