Sunday's Poem - "The Winter Heart"

According to one of my favorite poets, William Wordsworth, "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings...." The poem below is a perfect example of that expression and seemed to be "the right one" for posting here today.  

The Winter Heart

Wish but one wish when winter comes,

Dream but one dream of the past.

The light from a fire is in all our homes

But the flames from the hearth won't last.

For faint and few are the embers,

Snuggle up and keep on your gloves;

What the Winter Heart always remembers

Is the warmth of a heart that loves.

-Unknown