There are some who adore the dazzling
sun, a time when beard-tongue and lily
have just opened.
My love’s for winter when the trees are
clothed in pearly white, sigh when rosy
cheeked we huddle close together and
pull woolen hats over our ears.
The pewter sky, feral wind and singular
desire of knowing describe the weather
of the heart.
There is beauty in life and all its seasons
must we affiliate sorrow, conflict and
I drank in loneliness and droplets of rain
grateful for time and clearer perspective;
for winter though austere, taught me joy
needs only finding.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub