I Always Remember

I look forward to every Easter year.

I never forget, I always remember

That one sad day in bleak December.

The sky turned gray,

And trees reached for their last summer sun,

Only finding their search has only just begun.

They writhe and reach,

Stretching to high heaven,

In hopes of some truth,

In their state of Armageddon.

The warmth of their sun,

The sweet breathe of the wind,

Only too soon faltered,

Leaving their worlds dimmed.

Like I, those trees saw no end,

To their freezing hell, without a friend.

My special wind, warm and cuddled,

Now lies dead, alone and covered.

Each day, I yearn and reach in ecstasy,

But, only find empty air and grief erupting inside of me.

But, I cannot wait until,

That promising month of April,

When I feel the warmth of your fingertips,

Search for mine in a frantic grip.

You always promised me,

When I am alone,

On Easter day, my love,

you would come finally home.