The Winter Garden

I have known the passing of loved ones
and the passing by of one since longed for, 

felt the touch on fingertips
of lips that can be kissed no more;

touched with those same fingertips,
a photograph, a golden ring,

but I have never known a Winter garden
that did not hold the thought of Spring,

’til now.

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