light
falls
fast,
and
winter
arrives.
Autumn’s memory but
faintly tickles
the mind;
and
Summer’s lushness
is long forgotten.
tis
a time
of
darkness
and a time of
cold,
and of
Hope.
Spring
approaches.
faithfully I await
her nubile gifts.
candle in hand,
and song in my chest,
I long to share
that tender embrace
again.