Blackberry Winter

We married in Spring
When the birds start to sing.
On a June afternoon
With our family and friends.
His words were so fair
Like a breeze on a willow
Or the warmth of the Sun
On a hot burning ember.
Sometimes he feels
Like Blackberry Winter.
A love that grows cold
And a heart made of stone.
He used to be warm
Like the solstice of summer
But sometimes it feels
Like he’s already gone.
As the years passed by
Summer gave into winter.
Words spoken in anger
Turned my heart bitter
But love born in Spring
Can weather a winter
And leave your heart warm
With the faintest of cinders.
Sometimes he feels
Like Blackberry Winter.
A love that grows cold
And a heart made of stone.
He used to be warm
Like the solstice of Summer
But sometimes it feels
Like he’s already gone.
Can you kindle a love
Frosted by a winter?
Can you harvest the Sun
And reign in the moon?
When Love dies away
Is there time to remember
And warm up the heart
With the faintest of cinders.
Sometimes he feels
Like Blackberry Winter.
A love that grows cold
And a heart made of stone.
He used to be warm
Like the solstice of summer
But sometimes it feels
Like he’s already gone.