good morrow my love!
doth the warmth of frozen sunlight shine on your face
ever so briefly before the rush of snowy disdain for lack of light
graces the songless morning of birds flown south?
do you hear the whispers of transcended love
over seas imbalanced with frost and the glow
of heated passion wraught from candles lit
like memories- flickering and unsteady
awaiting the sound of that bell that rings the end of
longing and the start of anticipation?
may the cold remind you of the warmth you shall recieve.
may sadness remind you of the joy you have felt and will again.
may frustration be a prelude to the ease of rested eyes and mind
that opens the beauty of and the comfort of family
and new wings come february
that flies you home
to where your heart is...
Good morrow my love