Still, I am without you

The shallow shelves of ice have begun to frame the edges of the pond beds here … Still, I am without you … Bare tree tops brushed with the red rush of oak expression not yet given unto the Lord of Frost … Still, I am without you … They will dream of Summer’s warmth and drink her sunshine, as long as we do … Still, I am without you … The beetles make their final march to the caves while there is time enough and mud uncovered to seal them in their winter tombs … Still, I am without you.

{From: Songs of Love’s Soul}

 © 2014 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Rights Reserved

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