i am a sonneteer

song

hold your mouth to mine, my love,

in the deep midwinter.

the roses bloom within your face

in the deep midwinter.

under the cold iron sky

in the deep midwinter.

this love will run from yours to mine

in the deep midwinter.

over stones the stream will go

in the deep midwinter.

clear the path for leaves to drop

in the deep midwinter.

cold is the water and cold are the stones

in the deep midwinter.

cold your mouth on mine, my love,

in the deep midwinter.