The Winter came quickly, cold and lonely;
The silent snow fell, and the hard ice formed.
The distance was terrible; shortened only
By the occasional pale ray of winter light.
During this darkest frozen despair, a seed
Lie planted. No sign visible, only hope.
Unfulfilled wants, and long-forgotten needs,
Blanketed the hills and filled the hollows.
Lying patiently beneath the drifts and slush,
Hidden from view and all but forgotten;
Waiting till all was ready and without rush,
The seed of love lifted towards the thaw.
As ‘cicles began to drip, and drifts slowly abated,
The days grew longer, the light grew stronger,
Love began to stir and wake, from where it waited.
Quietly, without debate, love has sprouted anew…