The Promise

By Christopher “Beau” Bowman
For my Bella


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