Love's Whispered Promise

I see your face before me as I weep By water's edge, leaves swirling in the wind Your touch I feel in this, my frozen hand I reach for you, but cannot grasp your hand The tears well up in wintry waves that weep Warm summer's sun now banished by chill wind In June there streamed a milder, gentler wind I thrilled to take your tender, outstretched hand -- O Nature, lift your voice for us and weep ~ Love's whispered promise broken by ill wind