Winter Warm
Winter Warm
The blazing trees have thinned now,
Like an old man’s falling hair.
Little limbs and leaves
Litter the mud brown ground,
Fewer robins are roosting.
Apples and onions sleep in deep cellars,
Gray curtains of winter come down, and
My heart holds secret warmth for you only.
So while all about is cold and bleak,
That dear soft warmth will remain,
Contented ‘til we unending meet.
This is my longing by a crackling fire.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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