We saw each other through a long quiet winter,
forever and a lifetime ago.
We filled many hours with sweet whispers
and our love making.
Now once again,
as the winter winds start to blow.
I see you searching, longing.
You with your usual candor
never changing, always the same
looking to crawl into anothers innocents warmth
For your survivial from the cold.
It is your unwritten ritual.
I often wonder,how many fell before me,
and how many is yet to come
That will fall prey to your,
Sweet adjusted whispers.
written by:
Mary Lee
