I notice
that you
stutter
as you
utter
my name;
And I can feel
the rubbing
and
hear
the flutter
of your
sleeves
around my face
as you hug me
again and again.
Yes.
It is a
bitterly cold
and windy day,
and we seem to be
caught
in the midst
of it
all,
I am afraid.
Right in the very fray.
Still,
we cannot
fret
about it,
nor can we
be
delayed -
we have a long
way
to go yet,
a very long way,
before we rest.