Saint Valentine’s Day
In the grasp of winter’s bitter way
Rations can run dangerously low,
Wolves track our slow moving sleigh,
And the horses seem to know,
The hills are a deadly shade of gray
With a blanket of unwelcomed snow,
Haunted by memories of misty May,
And what the Ides of March’s will bestow.
An evening cuddle around the fireplace
With fear upon their faces,
They thaw in the glow of family grace
And untie their frozen laces,
Remembrances of July cannot replace
What an October phantom chases,
While January’s nightmares repeatedly trace
Imaginary paths to far off places.
The bright family smile returns today!
To awaken the warmth of lost dreams,
God grants his lovers Valentine’s Day,
And their faithful fortitude redeems,
A vase of roses and sentiments to say,
The world outside, now gleams,
A February night, magic in the hay,
A November birth, it seems!
Written 2009 © Mark L. Berryann
You are a Bard for all seasons!
with Winter becomes Spring with Spring becomes Love
Yet another great work man !! The rhythmic flow grows stronger from the very first line to the end....Love this Mark.