Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Boreas

I count the days
chase the blue skies
watching the leaves
fall into grey;
a foliage of auburn
and flowers wither,
yet brings forth
a myriad of hope
that opens in the snow
fondles the glacial north
when love takes its wing.

4 comments:

totomai said...

everything seems to be a cycle after all

Mariale said...

Right... and awaiting for my true north :)

atto aryo said...

hmm. waiting? you must have been looking elsewhere .. the flowers, the foliage, the skies ...except for the shadow that's embracing you for some time now. he he mumu!

Mariale said...

Hmph! Mumu ka jan! If someone could help me point to my true north, ok lang si Mumu?! :D