As nature waits, now, so do I. The stillness hangs in heart and sky; The winter knows, but quiet keeps — We’ll come together, by-and-by. Not all of love is bounds and leaps: To heal - to grow - it often sleeps As all around it comes the cold, It sits becalmed amid the heaps. For passion’s ringed by more than gold, And lives to be not new or old, But just to be. This is my heart That waits both to be held, and hold.