Flowers now blossom upon springtime’s hill
Birds sing and bees buzz as skies wax sunny
Yet my heart doth so long for winter’s chill
Bare trees and dark skies…raindrops a plenty
Icy cold mornings…the sight of one’s breath
The crunch of the frost beneath walking shoe
‘Tis on these days I feel furthest from death
Thinking of nighttime and snuggled with you
We gather ourselves round the old fireplace
My love and I share blanket… cats and dogs
Flames flicker soft lights on your sleepy face
As they do ancient dance on glowing logs
The embers fade black we retire and then
Each night I dream of next winter again
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