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The Promise of Winter
A Poetic Journey Through Love and Loss
The promise of winter, once so bright,
Is now just a dream, vanished from sight,
No adornments to wear, no shawls to wrap,
All the birds have flown, leaving us in a trap.
The good have passed, and trees are bare,
No warmth in our home, no love to share,
But in my doorway, I see September weep,
My heart aching, my soul sinking deep.
A painting in awe, and a hunger unfulfilled,
The vineyard’s harvest, and the firewood’s thrill,
In the clouds’ vineyard, in my homeland’s stars,
I yearned for her before I knew the way to my heart.
I smell the pastures in you, my love,
As I approach you, my fields of gold,
Spring kisses my lips through your hold,
Your scent, a sweet reminder of what I’ve been told.
Can love quench the fires of hell?
Fear not winter, nor its icy spell,
My love for you knows no bounds,
In your arms, my heart resounds.
