Winter

Holding hands, making plans like a woman does with her man.

Kissing fingers while fantasy lingers like smoke from the bonfire of long gone winters.

Remembering all the little things that bring the winter into spring

like how we’d met and how we’d sing

out of tune, but full of joy, a song we never knew so well

but always cried to and always felt

like our hearts could in the winter melt.

I loved you so. I kiss your memory

and thoughts of you will always send me

to some forgotten wintery place

where hands will hold your heart, your face.

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About michaelpoetry

I was born in Labrador (Happy Valley, to be exact ... isn't that a great place to be from?)
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8 Responses to Winter

  1. Nae's Nest says:

    I love your blog. Your writings are heartfelt..

    • I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that. I hope only that my words and feelings can a bring a little joy to people that deserve it. People like you. Best wishes, Michael

  2. BEAUTIFUL ~ You’re not being ignored by the heaavens, the Father is listening and will not deny you seasons of great love. You are always prayed for ~Faithfully Deborah

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