Cold days are these bringing men to their knees,
a feast for the wolves in the Winter woods.
Pray not to be prey by shattered hearts seized,
bitterness wholeheartedly understood.
Memorable times of loves far away,
wash over me like the high ocean tides.
I gave my heart so freely come what may,
waiting for the sun and moon to collide.
For that which takes my soul to rue despair
the glistening hopes are of good favor.
Yet, I shall breathe again in caution’s care,
for the passion of love, I shall savor.
My heart dawns, it sincerely dawns for thee,
for this fact surely the best is yet to be.
by Timothy Michael DiVito 2020