I do not fear death, I fear losing life.
I fear the sparkle fading from your eyes.
I will not return to the velvet grey,
I will nurture, and further grow this flame

daylight fades sooner
in the land of midnight sun
the darkness draws near

wild canine howls heighten
under northern light apparitions
lean times are coming

while frantic brown bears scour
glacial streams for half dead salmon
fat reserves needed

purple fireweed fields
have turned a dead shade of brown
soon to be covered white

big game herds panic
as caribou calves snuggle close
carnivores prowl near

the falling is short
not much time to prepare
winter is coming

I just hope you have an umbrella...
See

I'm not like real men or strong men.

Coz men don't cry

I do, sorry...

I'm one of those weak men that turn into tears when emotions attack.

So when I propose, can we do it in the rain?

So you won t see my tears through the rain.