Ice Nymph
Love came to me one happy spring,
took me firmly by the hand;
we walked a way together
and, oh, the joyous things we planned.
We hardly noticed summertime,
too ardently in love were we;
abruptly cool, autumn arrived,
unveiled her flame-like artistry.
But numbing winter's frozen breath
blighted my world with frigid grays;
like a homeless ice nymph drifting,
your glacier love floated away.
Copyright, July 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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