The cold wind blows Written last night.
in the frigid north.
Snow has fallen.
No sign of spring.
Dreams of sunshine
and fresh warm air,
captivate my mind
and my entire being.
Birds fly ramped
no shelter from the chill.
I feel their pain.
Though there's not much I can do.
Another thought enters
this very open mind.
The meeting of a loved one
which may take some time.
Though I am willing to wait,
sometimes my thoughts race.
I still dream of spring
and a very friendly face.
I look forward to the season
where warmth arrives.
Along with my dreams
reality will be mine.

Petite... Thats very pretty.

Great words and , thoughts,,,,,,,,Keep them coming!!

Dreams do come true,,, Really nice

Sweet