As the summer goes,

as the cold wind blows,

and the leaves get brown and fall,

the grass on my lawn,

it is all but gone.

and the clouds make the sun seems so small....


But let it freeze all around us,

let the river turn to ice....

My Lady, Sweet Holley, has given me some mighty fine advice....

"Throw a log on the fire,

let's sit close as we can get...

and should we somehow lose the power...

Snuggling will keep Us plenty warm, I bet!"


As we watch out winter windows,

and we dress in extra warm clothes...

We slowly slip outside to face the snow....



As it hits Our faces in a splattering slushy,

we always tend to get a little bit mushy...

We laugh and hug each other-not letting go.


The heat of the heart has some wonderful ways

no frostbite guaranteed,

on these icy, winter days.




The special burning love thaws the most shivering chills

Along with visions of summers to come,

theres always the chance for those cuddle-up thrills....




[This poem and webpage was written and created by Kenny Mitchell, for his precious wife, Holley and ®2004 WebUplifterMinistries.]

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