Winter Love

Love, thou art like to a winter day

Gleaming, shining, crisply bright

With frosty eye upon my plight

You hold the heart that I, trusting, lay

At your small feet. Do not crush it, pray!

Dainty fingers hold it tight

But gentle, till winter’s light

Blurs its harsh edge to a soft decay

And spring blooms in your eye

Waking dormant roots

That lay quiet in your breast.

Love, give me leave to try

To wake love’s tender shoots

That we may harvest summer’s best.