Winter Winds

This plant cannot survive
the cold,
the harsh,
the bitter winds.
With care and warmth,
it'll be kept safe upon this sill.
Though storms may blow beyond the glass,
this place;
a greenhouse,
keeps it for spring.
I think of my winter days,
with you.
How could I forget.
The plant kept safe
inside, and I with you,
this was before spring came.
Summer's past and fall is here,
winter soon'll prevail.
I'm not ready to face
the bitter winds,
without a greenhouse—
that window sill,
the glass that separates
me from the chill
and keeps me close
to you.

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