This winter has been harsh and cold; these winds
have scoured the frosted fens for miles around.
I only hope, once the seeds have sprouted,
and long-kept zephyrs hum above the chapped and chastened earth,
that you might walk the woodlands by my side—
and make with me a new, glad spring.
I could not bear
another sighing sad spring.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 9:47 PM UTC
This winter has been harsh and cold; these winds
have scoured the frosted fens for miles around.
I only hope, once the seeds have sprouted,
and long-kept zephyrs hum above the chapped and chastened earth,
that you might walk the woodlands by my side—
and make with me a new, glad spring.
I could not bear
another sighing sad spring.
19 Feburary 2010