Winter Me #27
Wait. Wait. Rest.
Winter me.
Everything in
the Great Hollow Tree.
A warm whisper tongue
sings it true.
Some days I get it wrong,
someday flowers bloom.
Some days I fled to run
from falling night.
Quiet heals,
reflection brings sight.
The time is ripe,
ripe for you.
To say I Love,
I Love You True.
Day Gun