Northern Promises
The wind of winter shan't forgive tonight
It bellows at the icy windows bare
The bower leans and twists in such a fright
That not a creature shall take shelter there
The rustling of spring has turned away
Her love withdrawn from each forgotten glen
They toil in their rows of brown and gray
And whimper for her gentle touch again
See now a gentle glow upon the frost
Convince the evening star to light the day
The hope of every field shall not be lost
There will be life where there was once decay
A season is a virtue of the year
All that was far away at once is near
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013
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