art rat cafe

words, images and food for thought

When the hard hand

of winter clenches my limbs

and the garden’s green

is shriveled in white,

when the cruel rain

ices the night

and birds are silent…

your soft lamplight blossoms

on pillows tinged with spring

and warm oceans of silk,

alive with your loving,

welcome me home

like a holy Tuscan wine

on a sunlit piazza.

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