Kisses of February fires ~ slate-hued skyscrapers in mid-day with snow-capped spires, Central Park horse carriage ride in lacy light falling snowflakes ~ chocolate truffles, cascades of deep red roses, candles glow, collections over fleeting time of endearing Valentine cards penned by you, then a sudden ~ yet long loss, tears in quietude, how could it be true. You, jovial one of hope, cremated on Day Of Hearts into your afterlife, winter ashes of my cherish, yet, still I am your wife, two years passed, oh winter, violet crocuses rise from your cold, shimmering diamonds of ice on the lawn, remnants of unreached dreams clouded by sorrow's dawn. ~