Go gently in the night, my love

I’ve been granted a reprieve

But my heart is not yet free

I love as much as I can

But there are nubbins squirreled away

Awaiting the Spring that has yet to come

The pink of my heart lays under hard-packed drifts 

Be patient, my love

One day the big thaw will come

And my heart will bloom once more

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt