: About Me

the tulips have yet to sprout the birds calls are quiet the ice covers the ground the night is frigid and silent but deep in my heart an ember is growing brighter for i have the breeze of spring in the dead of the winter i have smelled it on your scarf i have seen it in your smile i felt it with your touch i have heard it in your voice the rivers of ice are breaking the rivulets are coursing down the sun is shining warmly on the love i am feeling now.