through my window, i can see the snow
winter - cold - interminable
or so it seems on a day such as this
oh the sun shone of course
for two or three minutes
so as not to over-tire itself
thoughts of you [who else?]
are you happy or sad?
laughing or crying?
i'd know if you were here, not there
but you have to be there sometimes
just as you have to be here - sometimes
summer walks, hand in hand
whispered thoughts. unspoken words
i'm dreaming again, of course
but some dreams come true, don't they?
but through my window, i can see the snow
winter - cold - interminable