A poem for you, who don’t read poems (I think)
A tiny crunch of snow underfoot With a crisp air and a warm caress of an early sun, I walk beside you filled with inner happiness. Happy to hear your steps, gliding on ice, Skipping on stones, floating into my heart. A glittering of crackling ice hurts my knees But the adventure exhilarates me and I feel only joy, Inside that tunnel where in my imagination we kissed, Softly and lovingly. A river, frozen and not, shines on my smile And in silence I sing and dance with you. The leaves, brown and fragile, fly sometimes from our lookout, And nature turns the ice and the sun and the river into love.