A Winter Evening Reverie

A Crunch of leaves in the snowy path underfoot

goes step to step to step

in a fierce winter licked evening,

with the wind blowing cold and wet.

I see the water ripples stilled,

by the frozen waters ledge.

I see the silhouetted trees,

as they caress the rivers edge.

In a slippery form and true to grace

I round the rivers bend.

And there her strong stone castle lay,

and there lay my juliet.

In a song of passion I call to my love

"Arise and let me in.

I have journeyed long for thee,

and for the warmth within your bed"

And as the moon passes behind the clouds

through darkness I enter in.

To spark a fire no hearth could hold,

burning flesh and hearts within.

Arms and legs and hands together

the passion of lovers embrace.

The tender touch of fingertips,

and the curves they smooth and trace.

Much like was seen in natures crest

as the silhouetted trees caressed

the frozen rivers icy edge

in a winter evening reverie.

The Gift of Winter

Warm is the gift of winter.

Absence of makes the heart grow fonder.

I pull my coat a little closer.

The wind is my lover as of late.

Sometimes she cries jeweled snowflake tears,

each one unique.

Sometimes she'll shelter me from the breeze,

let me see a bit more clearly in the morning.

Everything can see so bright on dark days.

I tend to look down while I'm walking.

A heavy heart shared,

warm coffee prepared.

Sometimes appreciation is the gift of winter.

The old passes away to new

and the looking back window shows

what I missed while I was there.

Maybe things just look different as you're

going by..

Winter may yet be the gods gift to men

lest we forget, the goodness of spring, and thoughts of things to come.

So while the weather's colder,

cherish those little moments of warmth.

Hug a little stronger

hold your love a little longer

for these are the gifts

of winter.