Eternal

Icicles gliding down from the roof
pointing their way to the ground
the snow is stiff from the winter breath touch
and it crackles and creaks under foot
the sky is crisp blue, as birds huddle tight
the sun vainly scrapes heat on my skin
the touch of the wind is a knife that cuts
but I feel a special warmth from within

The sheen of the lake reflects in my eyes
as I drive fast along a grey cold road
the trees are finger bare, as if they all stare
but my heart and my soul are unseared
winter's anger goes on but no wind storm can harm
the peace that dwells safe inside me
it's love that I hold and caress so very close
in our souls we hold eternal Spring