we walk the path to the spring
where the waters come constant
from the ground unfreezing
warm enough for duckweed to thrive
even in blue winter,
deep with snow.

the air holds few sounds,
the snap and tumble of tree limb,
river's crashing iced sheets,
the click and kew of the junco,
wind, amplified one hundred fold
razor sharp in the cold.

how does the waters know
who told it; here.
it's here that you will rise,
at the end of a path in a small cleft,
said by locals to be the gathering
place of the ancients, the fairies
and the dead who died before their time?

we come to the spring and beside it
as deep in the snow
as we are in its mysteries,
we become a part of the story
reassured that the promise
of the thaw is as constant
as the coming march sun
and the ever flowing water
at our feet.

She’s got daisies in her hair
Collected on a hike
With a bubbling brook laugh
We circled the bay on bike

Her blinding essence
We fit like a glove
Dive in the pool
And also a love

She’s got apple cider lips
And cinnamon filled eyes
Leaves drift off the trees
We promise no goodbyes

Her coat warm and ready
For the next blanket of snow
Carols in the square
Sleepy snuggles by the fireplace aglow

The coldest night of autumn,
Made its place on a sunday.
I'm keeping up with my thoughts,
The ones about you, my dear.

My mind is playing tricks with me,
I see you in every dream,
Tears shed, too much, made a lake
Swimming in my own, deep pain.

I listen to your whisper,
It travels with the wind.
Leaving behind paths and hills,
Our promises, everything.

You went past winter, left a note,
I opened it with such big hopes...
The message had a dark, short line:
"You were never in my life".

I hear your knocks from years away,
On the door of Spring's huge cave,
I have to warn him, or is it too late?
How dare you act, like you're a saint?

So tell me darling, use your head!
Don't tell me this is the end!
How is March a better man,
Than November, who's more than friend?

I need an answer, a confess,
How can you move on so fast,
Leaving me on special meds,
With all these new panic attacks?

The boy i was, became a man,
Lost his faith and future plans,
Like those cute dates, all of them,
We used to say: "Carpe diem".

Time to close my heart forever,
Hurts me more than any hell.
Wishing you are loved and better,
While i live under your spell.

You told me, that you're my Lover,
I trusted you, for too long,
Liar.

Autumn Green
The last to be seen
A much needed change
From brown leaves in Spring

The change does come
Too quick or too slow
What amount is just right?
I don't think is known

To be happy to be
Is harder done than said
When the once clear path  
Begins to thin and spread  

Structure is an illusion
It wants not to stay
Only change is remembered
For all order decays

I yearn for spring
so to spring I cling
but now fall has arrived
and I’ve been deprived
of the hot summer sun
by constantly trying to run
back to when everything was fine
back to when my reflection was mine
by being stuck in what once was
I made happiness a lost cause

Spring unfolds my eyes

to the great beauty of what --


I already know.

I want to look into your eyes
And roll in them all days and nights.
I see my spring in them and actually
I miss them now so very much!

My whole body shudders once,
As I remember your sweet touching.
I know you'll never back again
And I will have exactly nothing

But noble profile, gentle look,
Your mellow voice and sensual lips.
I'm sorry that I can't bring back
Those magic eyes and so blessed whims.