these winter dreams
wash over me
of memories that
now are the heart of me
.
of walks together
beside a frozen lake in the
early morning before
the world’s awake
.
icicles hang from tree branches
glistening in the morning light
.
And it’s here by the water’s edge
that i can talk with you as the first
shimmering rays of light
break the quiet solitude of night
.
it’s here
where i feel you most
.
here
among your creation
.
the birds the trees
the cool mist on my skin
the breeze on my face
.
Yes, it’s here
where i feel you deep inside
.
where you live and breathe
deep in this heart of mine … 🎄☃💓
.
~ poem “Winter Dreams” by Michael Traveler, author/poet
