Rain on an autumn day.
Window sitting
And wandering
Across the turning colors
Whispering as trees.
Dares one listen to time
Which moves,
As does it please;
Cold down rivers long.
Window dreaming,
Can it silence my cries
My cries for peace.
I wait for winter
Upon a soul gone cold.
Have I lost the song.
Window yearning
For the dreams of children
For the simple dreams to return.
My eyes sigh
Their fireplace tears,
Still crying.
And all these days of peace,
Have they
Moved on?
Winter, winter,
Winter song.
