She and I
Still I
How do I face Autumn?
That wind chasing leaves,
those leaves hiding streets,
the beginning of ending,
winter till eighty.
And happy,am I to be happy?
How to be happy in six feet of snow?
It happened that day,
the 28th of November,
today it's four years now,
just years in a cold.
I stand at an edge,
a longjump to spring,
imagine a Summer,
her face, her smile
but she and I,
still I,
wait for that Summer, but wait in the snow....