Our union conceived in the ardor of spring's heart,
in shoots bursting from the earth
as the pastel tulips rose up in April's benevolence,
now a winter love kindling in December fires,
Goblets of spiced punch and warmth beneath the quilts,
youth fleeting, yet forged forever in passages,
grandchildren, the gold of the harvest.
Tapestry of black lace tree branches embroidered in moonbeams,
sparkling snow pale blue in the wintry twilight,
winter love, a treasure of joy, savored,
winter love, holding you close in celebration.