Happy 17th anniversary, David Kneen. This is your invitation.
Come walk the winter garden, love
Before the springtime flurry
Slow your steps beneath the grove
Of barren branches swaying
The sap within the evergreens
Has only slowed, my love
While the centers thicken deep
To bear the weight of verdancy
Still latent in the cold
Come stroll against the chill, my love
Until the early evening
Wait and watch the stars appear
That shine upon our sleeping
The silver ice upon the leaves
Is only dew, my love
And will melt in time to soften things
And slide into the wakened streams
That glisten in the sun
Tread light upon the path, my love
Among the slumb’ring seedlings
As pallid blades of grass give way
And blow beyond our keeping
The silent sleep of hidden blooms
Is just a spell, my love
Their secrets wait in cold like this
To open to a vernal kiss
Enchanting winter’s wake
Slip your hand in mine, my love
As seasons find their ending
Come walk the winter garden love
And rest, the spring will come.
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