Elizabethan stained white bricks
Smoke from the chimney flows
Feel of warmth within the setting
As an Ivy Winter grows
Rows of rose thorns, line the path
Dormant seasons, colours eclipse
Fingers of greens cling to life.
Ivy covering, brick to brick.
Red, and blue stain glass windows
Through to winter snow line, settles,
Ivy plays with mistletoe
The bloom of a soft white petal
Lovers walk the chilly paths
Warmed by each others gaze.
Sun on high, as cold wind blows
On a frosty Ivy winters day
Nestled inside the Elizabethan home,
An old lady warms her hands.
An open fire, amongst an antique setting,
She remember the love of her man
Winter Ivy, this withered old girl
Her heart was taken away.
Fifty years she love this man
Even in death, she still loves him today
The winter sets its tears upon ,
A gentle reminder,Of a time of long ago
They both would dance, in the warmth of the fire
When ever the Ivy would start to grow
An old fat tabby, clambers to the arm of her chair
Ivy pats with her shaking affection
In front of the fire, day after day
Together in their own protection
An Ivy winter passes with time
Soon the spring dance will come.
Deep in the soul, a vivid memory remains
Of Ivy and the man that she loved.
By GoldenRaven
