As leaves fall off the branches
So do your words upon the ground

Ebbing and flowing like waves
That wash away the stillness of the coast

Watching your lips move, I think
How could such simplicity bring such consolation

And I bask in the soft comfort of sound
Filling me with an undisturbed peace.

I wonder if my words mean the same to you
As I stare at your moonlit eyes in silence

If eyes are windows to the soul, then
The wind has blown the curtains closed

For you remain a beautiful mystery to me
And no words of yours can change the fact

That I won’t see you again.
And even though I barely said a thing

It’s okay, because when I look outside,
At the snow-covered world, and see that

the last leaf has fallen, leaving
the branches empty and forsaken

I realize, that maybe silence isn’t so bad after all.
I breathe in your last scent, so sweet and sad

And as the last leaf hits the ground,
So does my last word to you- Hello.

I long to know,
what it would feel like ,
to touch some snow

on higher regions
of the tablelands this very night
snow flurries will fall

You don't have to go
But if you must,
Escape to a place
Where the cold winds blow,
A place of starry nights
And even better snow.

White domes cap the mountain's head
Heathers bloom in roses’ stead
We cherish the diminishing light
The world blanketed with beguiling white

A serene evening, oh so still
Sun battling with nighttime’s will
A cloud of vapor when I speak
A rosy glow upon my cheek

A flicker sets the world on fire
A flaring coldness in its entire
If I close my eyes, I could almost imagine
The fairytale about to begin

The dazzling landscape sits bright and clear
The breath of winter almost here
Back to the wonderland so long ago
From a little bit of snow…

Getting goose bumps at the brush of new
leaves gushing together on a warm wind.
The soft crunch of grass underfoot
Like the pad of foot on snow.
A mustard brown duck waddles towards me, his comrade in tow,
over daisies snow dropped on grass.