Winter Me

Posted by Ralph E. Cook on Dec 29, 2017 in Day Gun


Wait.   Wait.   Rest.
Winter me. 
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree. 
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom. 
Some days I fled to run
from falling night. 
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
 Day Gun

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