Sharbat

In the dread

Of winter

Can we not remember

The courts

Of the summer palaces

There where the swallow

Finds a nest

And the sparrow a home

Where the dreams

Of spring swell

Into comely summer

Where the soul rises

To the music

Of the gentle rain

And where the footsteps

Of  a loved one

Quicken the heart?

And there

Hope to come again.

JL Dec 13  09:24