Hearts Still Sing
At this bleak time of year
the earth mostly dismal appears
Bright sunshine hidden away
gray clouds cover ephemeral days
Green grass replaced by hard ground
colors mute as silence to sound...
Yet a holdout, one stubborn vine
a rose attached, red as wine
Reassures me that hearts can still sing
as Winter winds lovers' faces do sting
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