Hands to hold

Just a light and simple dream of the pleasures of winter and love.

Ah, to hold your hand

on a moonlit night

as the snow flies about us

like magic.

 

Ah, to hold your hand

near the warmth of the fire

as the evening meal simmers

and the wine warms our souls. 

 

Ah, to hold your hand

in the candles’ warm glow

as the day gently closes

on the wonders of life. 

 

Ah, to hold your hand

as you drift into slumber

with the promise of another days’

hands yet to hold.  

 

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

A beautiful poem, a pleasure to read. Oh and I have visited the gate way to hell (Fresno Calif)

[Nocturnal Huntress]

How charming. :)

[Micheal Teal]

I may not be able to hold your hand but I can hold the beauty of your words in my heart.

Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.