No Winter Can Chill Poem by Gert Strydom

Grey clouds gather in the sky
with the promise
of some more rain,
but my sunshine is gone
and your smile
falls somewhere else.

How I wish to share
this early winter with you,
to gather your auburn hair
in my hands,

to shelter against the cold
and hold you close
and get a tender kiss,

but the falling red-brown leaves
has an own reality
of the distance between you and me

and still no winter
can chill what lies
between us.