The clouds stand still in the early winter sky
As if a breathless wind held them close
Looking to see if you withdraw your hand
I reach for you and always find you
There
Red maple leaves scattered across the path
Dried bits of life once vibrant
I search your eyes to see if our love
Has dried to dust
And I always find it
There
Winters chill settles deep into the landscape
Sharp frost rings the rattling grass
I lean in for protection against the cold
Longing for your warm embrace
And I find it
There
Always
thecourseofourseasons 
I love this as it is so true, even for me . . . lucky indeed to be here in the land of the Ozarks and its beautiful lakes, rivers and waters!
just lovely, beautiful flow of words
how wonderful to be able to rely on that love… you are a lucky, lucky soul