once again, i watched
the yellow leaves
broke off from branches,
assembling,
casting a figure,
rhyming swiftly
with the cold, playful Wind.

years ago, it happened
quickly.
only i arrived later
and lost somebody,
whose hands were melting,
and saw the cold Wind
for it was done.

but today,
it passed through the strands
of my beloved’s hair,
so i asked the soft Wind
be softer

that only
i…may have
the frozen hands,
secretly repelling.