Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry

Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

I want you to fall in love with me

The same way the flower falls in love

With the rising of the sun on the Eastern shores,

Those Boston winters capping the cold buds,

A dark center, kept to itself,

Until it unfurls with a moment

Of spring time winds and morning mist;

Fall in love with me during my winters

And bloom for me when my warmth

Is there for you to hold.