Always

At the onset

Of winter

And rain lashes the windows

Of your soul;

Think of me.

 

When the wind blows

A golden confetti of leaves

Across cold

Patient leather streets

Think of me

 

As the sky draws

The perfect sunset,

Oranges and reds

Think of me

 

And I will be there

Loving you

Always.

Reviews

[Josephine Nive]

awh, this is sweet. *tear. I LOVE THIS ONE! splendid!