A Thousand Winters

How gently, next to me, you sleep, How snug’s our cradle, and how deep! A thousand winters could well pass And I would never miss spring's grass. Far off, outside, the snowy storm Knows nothing of how smooth and warm Is our embrace, and how complete Our hearts become with every beat. I muse so fondly on how true Are my delight and love for you And, as I see the sun’s first beam, I sink into a restful dream. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com