Winter’s Love

A great man once said; “we have nothing to fear but fear itself.” And these were the words ringing in the ancient cowboy’s ears as he saw her for the first time. But the emotions were there, and the fear had to be quickly dealt with before it got out of hand. How does one change one’s life in the winter of his years? Isn’t love for the young?

As he stood there trembling, feelings washed over him; feelings not known or felt in decades. It was as if his life, once so settled, had now burst out in flames. Passions long suppressed were boiling hot once more. Allowing hope to magically spring open again, hope for something other than the loneliness of these passed years.

As he caressed her with his eyes, his heart raced in his chest. He was awe struck just thinking that somehow by the grace of God this woman had entered his protected world. He was at once awash in feeling of inadequacy, how was he to cope? Was not God aware that he was old? What did such beauty find in such a worn face as presented by this ancient cowboy?

Winter’s love is an enigma, coming so late in life’s flow of seasons. It overwhelms and conquers all. The joy it brings is beyond words, the emotions once thought reserved for only the young are all the more wondrous when seen through the prism of years.

© 2005-2010 by David L. Griffith

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