the same way as their harvest meeting.
Instead, G melted her inside and out until the chill she felt for the longest time was gone and she shown with vitality. He kissed her until she felt the earth again, moving beneath her, filled with life. He kissed her until the sun kissed her face and warmed her garden. And when he was done, he slid to his knee and gently took her hand, kissing each finger, her wrist and palm. He placed the fluffy milkweed seed in her hand, closed her fingers and looking deeply into her eyes, he said ""Wilt thou grant the wish I now make to have thee as my bride, to love and cherish throughout all time?"
She opened her fingers to gaze on his small seed of hope and the East Wind suddenly spun through her garden lifting the seed away before she could grab it back. His face, before so full of hope, darkened with frustration.
He looked down at the one thing in the wild earth that he had ever wanted and could not grasp. She gazed up at him with sorrow in her eyes. She knew the wait would be long before he could come again, for he was as doomed as the milkweed seed to wander the earth until he could once again chance coming to her. The North Wind and the East Wind had proved his enemies. What stronger ones would he rouse if he returned too quickly?
He rose and kissed her hand, her cheek, her ear, her neck, her eyes and then, one last time, her mouth. "I will return for thee." So saying, he walked resolutely away from her, not daring to look back to see her lovable face. This time, her voice carried to him "I will wait for you," lightening his heart.
The next time of waiting was not so dreary. She found beyond her garden a walk that carried her to a small impression in the earth where the seed blown by the North Wind had found a resting place. She nourished the life in that place and came in the spring and summer to watch the seeds dance away, but never to her garden. She moved her walks to the West of her garden and found another place where the milkweed seed flourished. She wandered over the hills with the dancing milkweed seeds but they never again entered her garden.
When her patience had nearly given out, she received a visit from her father. He came ahead of a large storm one winter's eve. She had settled into her cottage closing the shutters and barring the door against the cold, stoking the fire and gathering all of her shawls and blankets to ward off the chill. When she heard his voice, she rose in surprise and lifted the bar from the door. She opened it to his large presence, joyful
Instead, G melted her inside and out until the chill she felt for the longest time was gone and she shown with vitality. He kissed her until she felt the earth again, moving beneath her, filled with life. He kissed her until the sun kissed her face and warmed her garden. And when he was done, he slid to his knee and gently took her hand, kissing each finger, her wrist and palm. He placed the fluffy milkweed seed in her hand, closed her fingers and looking deeply into her eyes, he said ""Wilt thou grant the wish I now make to have thee as my bride, to love and cherish throughout all time?"
She opened her fingers to gaze on his small seed of hope and the East Wind suddenly spun through her garden lifting the seed away before she could grab it back. His face, before so full of hope, darkened with frustration.
He looked down at the one thing in the wild earth that he had ever wanted and could not grasp. She gazed up at him with sorrow in her eyes. She knew the wait would be long before he could come again, for he was as doomed as the milkweed seed to wander the earth until he could once again chance coming to her. The North Wind and the East Wind had proved his enemies. What stronger ones would he rouse if he returned too quickly?
He rose and kissed her hand, her cheek, her ear, her neck, her eyes and then, one last time, her mouth. "I will return for thee." So saying, he walked resolutely away from her, not daring to look back to see her lovable face. This time, her voice carried to him "I will wait for you," lightening his heart.
The next time of waiting was not so dreary. She found beyond her garden a walk that carried her to a small impression in the earth where the seed blown by the North Wind had found a resting place. She nourished the life in that place and came in the spring and summer to watch the seeds dance away, but never to her garden. She moved her walks to the West of her garden and found another place where the milkweed seed flourished. She wandered over the hills with the dancing milkweed seeds but they never again entered her garden.
When her patience had nearly given out, she received a visit from her father. He came ahead of a large storm one winter's eve. She had settled into her cottage closing the shutters and barring the door against the cold, stoking the fire and gathering all of her shawls and blankets to ward off the chill. When she heard his voice, she rose in surprise and lifted the bar from the door. She opened it to his large presence, joyful
