A sickle moon raises above us

For the second time I see a barn owl in flight

The air carries a crispness that this winter has lacked

Muddled with heat and a long hot summer

Our winter is simply too warm

Where is the frost that you loved?

I think again about our last words

I promised you, now I carry that with me

The air carries a promised kiss of snow

Yesterday there was a mist and a touch of autumn

Our winter is no more

Where are the things that you loved?

By the side of the road I see foxes

Close my eyes again and I see you

The air carries the whisper of breath

That sighed from your lips beside me

Our winter came late

Where are the memories that you loved?

I am alone here

Scents, sounds, sights and sighs surround me

The air carries the woe of the world

And a winter that never returned

Where are we, those you loved?