Winter's Breath
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My heart won't cling to you like a vine
holding on, wrapped around
yet, like a vine that felt your winter's breath
my rich garden of tendrils turned brown
as the stem of love died
the trestle of my heart is bare and wanting
stripped of flowers and leaves, crumbled
cast to earth
I'll unwind my dead tendrils
and leave your empty trestle to another
where your winter's breath is waiting
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2025
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