The beginning of the winter months are the hardest:

Not for keeping the stove stoked

Not for keeping the roads plowed

Not for facing the cold to finish projects

Not for the long nights and short days

Not for the Icy trek to town

Not for the clarity of thought that at times I'd like to be without

Not for being strapped for cash to put presents under the tree

Not for walking up the driveway in the dark because the snow is too deep

Not for the over eating and lack of exercise

 

Winter is hard because:

I want to smell her neck, right behind her ear

I want to hold her tight as we stand by the fire

I want to rinse the dishes while she washes

I want to hear her speak to me her words of love

I want to kiss her lips in a sweet caress

I want to get tangled in the sheets through night

I want to relive the ways of love

I want to feel the gentle dance of our hearts

I want her poetic verse to be the next lines to mine

 

The winter Season will pass and with it passes the harshness of these feelings

Then the Mating season of Spring rolls around, bringing with it a whole other set of challenges

With each year the yerning becomes less, and I become stronger defined in my being

With it, I grow the sight to see the golden oppertunity