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Winter Wait

Poem: Winter Wait

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My roses bleed deep crimson petals

   They tumble o’er pine needle trails

   Where once our souls bathed in caresses

   Of summer-kissed breeze in the vale

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My heathers bloom black lilac songs

   They wash over rocks in the stream

   Where skipping stones smiled for the taking

   In autumnal shadow moonbeams

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My snowdrops loose ivory tears

   They quench roots for oak canopies

   Where my soul awaits the fair red-breast on wing

   In loathsome blue winter-frost breeze

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My heart pulses nectar of plum

   It nourishes spaces between

   To fuel my soul weary with want for your light

   Till your sweet spring iris perceive

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Thank you for reading. Feel free to comment. Until next time, be well and happy. – Ivy

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