SoulReserve

A Season Before Winter

Before winter’s frost
comes biting,
my tender lips;

Before the tears on my lashes,
freeze…
in all the snow it carries with it;

Before my heart that is broken
is lost,
in the icy calm it brings;

Before white becomes,
the shroud,
to cover memories with;

I am leaving love’s hidden footprints
in the fall;
In the orchards,
in the jungles,
in the meadows,
and in the skies above us;

Where wandering lovers,
may someday meet
and live another season we couldn’t live

© SoulReserve 2015

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