Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)
Where is love in winter darkness,
gone to sleep or buried in dejection,
sorted out or stranded in ejection,
or just lost completely in rejection
by the seasonal depression
causing deaths and isolation
all around in desperation;
but it’s only passing
like a shadow, all this winter gloom,
and under and behind the shades of death
life is still there and waiting to return
with overwhelming love as usual.
All we have to do is hibernate
like every winter,
keeping our hearts warm beneath the snow,
protecting our love against the cold,
maintaining our soul’s delight
concealed and thriving in the darkness,
like the whole expanding universe.
Love does indeed keep us warm and growing.
Nice viewpoint. I liked your words, “keeping our hearts warm beneath the snow,
protecting our love against the cold”.