Of Snows and Stars

the last of the Winter’s snow melt into nothing

the seasons are changing –

winter bidding a sultry goodbye

and here i am – still standing

cherry blossoms fluttering down

like how the first snow of the season

scrambled to fill the crevices of the brown

 

a winter gone, a summer new,

worn sweatshirts and mufflers blue

i search the skies for the stars that aligned

to put us in each other’s view,

alas, they say, stars like seasons –

die a dwindling death too