I sat soft in my chair,
watching through windows,
days of a new season.
Snow falls gradual
provides a silent blanket
brightens the sky,
touches my heart.
Little patches
caress branches still with
clinging leaves,
wanting to hang on,
their final descent.
We think of just only
the life they lead
only weeks ago,
clinging,
letting go when
autumn winds would
speak of the coming
days of a new season.
These are the hours
when my mind will drift,
to remember the moments,
standing close
holding each other,
arms entwined
together feeling the soft
tease of winter’s peace
rest upon naked skin,
our eyes enveloped in
the beauty of our moment,
this travel in our minds.
Touching our heart,
reminding our soul,
days of a new season.
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