Meet me at the bridge come next Spring

after snows with frigid air pass,

birds on a wing begin to sing,

when her season brings fresh green grass.



With vapored breath we bid adieu

to Winter's belting bitter bite;

although I loved being with you

kissing you on cold, freezing nights



it's time for us to say goodbye

only until cycles will bring ...

so ... til weeks and months multiply

meet me at the bridge come next Spring.