It wasn’t the thing
though I adored your choice of things
‘Twasn’t the price or quantity; nor size
but the unexpected moment of surprise
It wasn’t an occasion or special day of the week
that became all its own; so sweet
It was the wanting to, the thoughtful intention, the just-because
It was all those things; It was pure love
the new year has begun without the sun
landscape of grey, choice hue for the day
but winter often lacks sun; outnumbering clouds have won
so, while we wait for golden rays, inward we search to find our way
thinking of future days and days past, all those memories held fast
with hope for peace in days to come; inner and outer wars, forever done
Heartspell 