Romance in Winter

When a northeaster dumps

Heaps of snow at the doorway

And seals of the exit for days

Worry not for my foot prints

On the path and the trails.

Bother not that my shadows 

Emerge not behind the trees

Decked in tonnes of White Snow.

And panic not that the blizzard

Has whitewashed your love

And your memories in the chill.

I shall be still painting your hugs

Into fantasies of a spring

That shall sprinkle the snowdrops

Among the trails where our kisses

Remain etched forever among

Silent vegetations that are witness

To a love that will live till we live.