A Touch

Helpless in the Winter’s storm I tried so hard; could not get warm. The leafless trees seemed sad to me. The air was cold. No melody Came from the birds. My darkest hour Lay on my shoulders. All it’s power Seemed to suppress my inner light. This was my dark and lonely night. I stopped to catch my breath a while And thought about the way you’d smile At sunlight breaking through the clouds And suddenly depressing shrouds Became a touch that warmed my heart. I’m waiting now for Spring to start. Then I’ll relive through memory A thousand gifts you gave to me.