Poetry
Winter’s Solitude, Summer’s Embrace
The night is still, the valley sleeps,
Snow-laden boughs in silence keep.
A silver hush, so vast, so deep,
Where frozen echoes dare not weep.
Above, Orion guards the sky,
Jupiter burns, and Mars drifts by.
Yet none can warm this hollow chest,
Where longing lingers, unconfessed.
No hand to hold, no voice, no flame,
Only the stars who know my name.
The wind, a ghost that sighs alone,
Through icy peaks and valleys sown.
But lo, the sun—some future day,
When winter’s sorrow melts away.
The valley stirs in golden hue,
Where wildflowers drink the morning dew.
No longer does the silence bite,
For in your arms, all things feel right.
The wind is soft, the world stands still,
Two hearts in rhythm, one shared will.
Love’s warmth dissolves the frozen ache,
As mountains blush and rivers wake.
What once was cold, now sings, now shines,
For, hand in hand, your soul is mine.