Warm HearthA Poem by Tate MorganAn autumn robbed by winters chill Makes way for loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill Tell this young man he is old![]() Now that the summer’s light is gone dark shadows of winter appear The morning lit by the cool white dawn stays away for another year
An autumn robbed by winters chill makes way for the long loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill tell this young man that he is old
Each
year passes into next year quicker now than the one before Bringing both you and I so near leaving hearts always wanting more
I mourn no more my wasted years they leave me no sound as they go I remember no lonesome fears as I look on the home fires glow
The winter cold can do no harm to the warm hearth built by our life Created of strength , love and charm the waiting arms of my good wife
Tate
© 2013 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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