Sheri Walters (Richmond, VA)
The Winter of My Soul
When the sweet violets of Spring have long faded
and their scent is but a fond remembrance
Will you still look to me?
When the Summer rains are all but a distant memory
that echoes across the starry, barren landscape
Will you still call to me?
When the fleeting winds of Autumn have ceased to whisper
of ancient longings and dreams forgotten
Will you still long for me?
When all the leaves have fallen and the Winter snow
blankets the sleepy land of my soul
Will you still love me?
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