POETRY

I did not ask of Spring

but you brought flowers

with shadows of their leaves

dancing in the wind

as I smelt them

in a moment of pause

you had gone

I walked away wondering

how I could not see you leave

Now whispers in me

words of regrets

longing to begin a new day

I rise to the tallest window

I know the wind of all seasons

will bring me rain

but I shall catch the sunshine

and at my feet

bed of  yellow leaves shall grow kind

and in distance,

in distance be a shadow of you

and a day new…