I wish to fly in the spirit of my childish naivety.
To sing-jump-dance in the joyful silence I feel as
I sway to the rhythmic flow of my favorite sunbeam.

But I have already spent my summer days under the sun,
I have soaked up all its warmth
until it could not bear the burden of nourishing me.

winter has come.

And though I deny it,
                                                the child within shivers.
His rattling teeth
                                begging me  
                                                     to take him home.

                    
                          To rest awhile.

To wait the return of that glorious spring.



I am left alone in that empty void he has left.
all my color and mirth gone with his smile in the wind.
I look around, not knowing where to go... all is gray.
I know not how to grow.

like a rose in the snow, I will not grow.