I wonder at things
That I could never control
I sigh and forget

Ancient winds blow sand
From far-off lands to my ears
Eternal echoes

As the sun peeks through

The cold grey winter blanket

Bright life emerges

My mind often drifts
To places I have not seen
Not with this life’s eyes

Quick flows the water
As the snow falls, melts; falls, melts
In autumn’s last breath

Return to my arms
That I might never let go
And you ever stay

The last autumn warmth
Diminishes like the sun
Dipping west to sleep

You shift closer yet
Your skin touches mine; my heart
Quickens, unbidden

Quick blows winter’s wind
Taking the colors with it
Leaving the stillness

Give me pen and pad
Let me make with them a world
Like none before seen