the promise

     By Christopher Bowman

The witching hour has past
....I do bequeath long unrequited,
a tender autumn heart,
as life's winter closes softly,
and snowflakes begins to fall,
autumn leaves will protect you,
with warmth and sheltered love,
until the springtime's dawning,
as season do resign,
and robins sing a requiem,
of chrysalis departed,
flying free on gentle breeze,
a butterfly alights....