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.