Among the autumn leaves
That bear the beautiful colors
Of a season’s musings
Happy yellow laughter, orange whispers
Winking in purple, blushing in red
Some feathers of autumn wrap our soul, in hues of love
While withering, and drifting…
Mysteriously beautiful, is the fall
A carpet of colors that embraces decay, as
Another journey of birth
As hopeful as the brown bold Earth…
As the colors begin to hibernate
Colder winter spreads its freezing roots and veins
Walking under snow flurries
We shiver, and quiver
Carrying a frozen heart, looking through pale eyes…
Yet
It is the chilly winter, that handholds us
Towards love that feels like sunshine
To find a heart that becomes our summer
The tip of our cold nose, touched by cosy steam
From the soup, served by a kind soul
Love is a kettle, a cup of tea
A quilt, to snuggle into
Love is a kind shoulder, a gentle hug…
Each day, Winter whispers, ‘’Love is a verb”…
Winter is bliss, to slide into a peaceful quietness
The healing silence that fixes the broken strings
From the violins and harps of conversations
Though cold outside, winters are reminders
Of the soul’s tenderness
What warmth is love
That is not given, shared…
Hands wiping the tears, and
A kiss on the forehead that
Plants hope, paints happiness
A shoulder to lean on
Hand-in-hand walks, an anchor to each other
Love is anything that
Becomes a bonfire
To thaw the frozen heart
And heal the frostbite of the soul…
Vivid heart-prints blossom
When love is poured, and not sprinkled or spilled
Every autumn
Becomes a canvas of joy
Every winter a cosy warm quilt When love is the color, and fabric of life…
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