a hand inviting
returned to fist
autumns´ riches once again
paled to grey November skies
leaving me
with nothing to hold on to
and everything to be grateful for
the summer´s chance,
poison taken
took all, even death
and left me at zero
under skies vast and kind
i shiver in the cold
my passion the winter embraces
with calm quiet beauty
so i stand and shiver
my dreams drawn in the sky
the lost heart given home
in the hope of windows lit
and warm