Hand in Hand

   

When mornings on rogue wings of winter come
and the chilling darkness of the night surrenders
her cold limbs to the whispers of the sun,
I wish I could revel in your warmth, forever!

    

When the babbling flow of a mountain stream
starts its journey of many a thousand miles,
towards the distant ocean of its dreams,
wish you could hold my flow within the banks of life!

   

And I grow restless for the Spring ahead
to see the green lushness blooming everywhere
over the brown, crumpled leaves that were shed
at the onset of this chilling time of the year!

   

The Spring and her lush emerald hue remind me,
a time when the Poet walked hand in hand with Poetry!  

    

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