You pass through my thoughts
Often but less now
A cold sky, shy of sun
Above, cools my face
Eyes searching for clues
Fingers touching starched cold grasses
And leaves, he leaves
Me
Once warm, my heart
Now transient between homes
Eyes searching for that place
Where the sun might reach
Me
One day
Where a warm night sky might
Shy of frost, warm my face again
Janinka Diverio