In the soft glow of winter
Through the bare branches
Out of the fading sky
A vision of my love appears
The first blossom of Spring
Winter to winter, the various faces of love change
This one has a spark in their eye
This one has strong hands
This one, this one
My love changes
The trees remain frozen in their dance
Kindly yielding to me a glance
Of my love
Sage Burner Poetry 