A sudden monsoon of the soft pitter patter of rain,
slowly cries for her unwilling part in love
drenching her mood in despair
as the sun quietly caresses her  hair
with its dim autumn-lit rays,
unknowingly drying her silky charcoal locks
to long brittle pieces on which she trips as
ice forms its sharp tresses on the
mud barren ground to capture her
in supposed safety
as she unwittingly falls.
A thin stream of tears trickle, ever so gently,
down her ivory countenance.
But in her turmoil,
a gentle breeze quickly dries
her pained tears.
"Such beautiful eyes...", the wind purrs
as it stealthily wraps
its blindingly cold arms
around her pale wounded heart..