I fell for you on a winter day

You left on a summer night

There is something about

These two seasons

One burns ever so truthly

The other is as cold as my fingertips

There is no in-between.

And so

There will always be

So much delicate emotion


In both winter

And summer.

This winter

I fell in love with you all over again

So then


Don’t leave me again

When summer blooms

From the depths of the coldest snowy rain.

Published by Loredana Dumbrava