Seasons

Footsteps are covered with snow on the ground.

Through the flurry of thoughts, unable to hear a sound.

Memories buried, emotions lie deep..

Secrets that only time’s passing will keep.

Try as I might, I can’t quite remember

if I met you in March, or last December.

All I know is this, for certain..

I know not how to remove time’s curtain.

Anything would I give, to have one more day..

For the ice to dissolve, for the return of May..

for your footsteps are covered by snow on the ground,

and through my own torrent of thoughts, I can’t hear a sound.

-Rain