Winnow The Wind
Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Moist as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of ruby red wine
Is love that once planted, sturdily grows.
Harsh as a gale that splits bare branch.
Cold as an ocean that breeds aloneness .
Hard as the silence smothering romance
Is love that once wilted, fun over-throws
Winnow the wind, divide chaff from grain.
Rediscover lost gold, come love me again