Forgiveness

"Autumn's mottled blue-gray skies,
lingering green leaves
and radiant orcher sunsets
mingle in your changeling eyes.

I wish I could carve
your face on a birch
crowned in gold,
so I could keep you.
The weeping silver
of an ice sculpture
would suit you better,
if it were your season.

Your hair shines
and your smile blossoms,
recalling summer, lightening
the lenghtening darkness
and warming the brittle air.
Your snowy skin suggests
winter landscapes;
your absence
forebodes it."

T.T