Egads, my Love!

The sky is blue,

But icicles dangle on the trees

Between me and you.

My toes were frostnipped twice! I tried 

To go outside and find you.

I long to go and warm your heart,

But would I rather start a fire in here alone

To keep me warm,

Than attempt to resist the rising of the sun at dawn

And Winter’s cruel grip

Upon the frozen hinterlands of Norway?

Your fair cheek, the pale strands of hair hang down,

Ice gray eyes, and cold sea blue your lips have grown toward me.

Am I strong enough to see that spring will come

If I can bear to let this earth turn as it may

And wait for that warm day to spurn the cold?

How old will I be when equity brings that holy mayday?

Whatever my age, in that great year,

These beautiful drops of these frozen tears

Will hang from a delicate chandelier,

Tiny ornate pendulums that will light the great hall

Where we will dance and celebrate the end of doldrums,

And dedicate ourselves to the understanding 

That we have never suffered any separation in our hearts,

But only in our minds.

-jenn