When winter finds its impact <br />and binds itself <br />in your depths <br /> <br />the blossoms are past <br />and the glory of summer <br />are long gone. <br /> <br />When you look into the cold <br />dark depths <br />everything there <br />is empty and void. <br /> <br />At places rain falls <br />in the winter <br />that brings new life to the cold <br /> <br />but these tears <br />do not wash away the deeper pain <br />and nothing ever <br />repairs dead love, <br /> <br /> l’Envoi <br />nothing can mend <br />a broken bond <br />like it once was, <br /> <br />still it’s sometimes rare <br />that love hibernates <br />and with spring <br />rise up again <br />with new power and glory. <br /> <br />[Reference: June discussed here as in the Southern hemisphere, where it’s wintertime.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/june-of-the-heart/
