In Winter I come
like the stoic geraniums
rigid stems of red
living in pots
unearthed
In Winter my courage
surfaces
like golden wheat
like fresh corn
in a sea of poppies
In Winter
I see your face again
after a long absence
I have your photo
I kept that
sewed up
and all the memories
of
a Love Story
now told.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
IN WINTER - Anita Holzberg
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