[Soaring Feather]

A winter love is most profound
a silver haired woman found
the snugness of the quilt of love
was a gift from heaven above.

The cold winds blow
the hearth is warm
the woman is sheltered from
the storm from a cup of lovingness

A gentle love to grow old
with sweet memories to unfold
evenings by a fire warm
companionship oh so sweet
and toastie slippers for her feet

[Old Sarge]

Now, shall we move through winter to spring?
Such a thought, and an exciting thing!
Buds and bees, birdsong and flowers,
pine trees and branch-covered bowers,

Lilting music, the stirring of the earth,
Spring can lend value to a love's full worth,
tended in the loam, growing into fruit,
Spring will make all the sadness and cold moot!