by Julie Bihn
I hear.
Drips hit the tree's leaves.
Noisy
Rain
Falls.
I feel.
The cold breeze forces
Water
To
Dry.
I dream.
His hair shines in the
Snowdrift
Tousled
Bright.
I see.
His breath floats in the
Air
White
Free.
I look.
His green eyes meet with
Mine
Beautiful
Wet.
I smile.
He turns and walks off.
Footprints
Crushing
Snow.
Copyright Julie Bihn 1998
Please do not modify or duplicate without my permission.