The air cold, crisp to the lung <br />Breath circles skyward bound <br />Days fall short, shadowed by the night <br />Nature climbing into hibernation <br />Trees standing bare, flowers wilt away <br />A world still beautiful to the eye <br />Yet emptied of all its colour <br />Still my heart it does rejoice <br />Warmed by another’s kind grace <br />A muse of such beauty to the soul <br />Playing out this winter romance <br />Early evening the moon stands proud <br />Casting its light through windows <br />The streets line solitary in shadows <br />There is not a care but for love <br />But for love there is not a care <br />All the beauty of a romantic thought <br />Is shared amongst friends <br />A winter romance begins <br />The beauty of the season<br /><br />Matthew Holloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-romance/
