Love Dies in Winter

Melting snow

The air is stirring,

Bringing scents of spring.

Mown grass,

Flowers blooming,

The smell of

A fresh world.

But things are dying

Winter weeds

Flowers

That still hang

From trees.

Love…, the winter kind,

Is snuggled in front

Of the fire,

Ready to burn.

It is melting in the

Bright light of day.

Swept into the sewers

And reservoirs

Of spring.

The green of awakening

Smothers the grey and brown

Of winter love.

That cold safe, love

Tucked away in the warm rooms

Of the houses of

The hearts.

The truths of this love

Are shone in the sun of spring

To have died with

The gray of winter.

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About Derek Rizzo

Author and poet since I remember, I finally decided to live my dream. I'm writing a fantasy novel. Follow-me to share my progresses and glimpses of my story as it comes to life.

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