Waiting for me

southern winds, when you arrive
i’ll be gone to distant lands
you will fall as pitter patter raindrops
you will touch the earth as tiny specks of snow
when you arrive the leaves will leave the trees barren
ready for you to turn them into white
and before the leaves fall,
they will display all their hues
a vision to feast upon
when the first snow falls
i see him looking up to the sky with beaming eyes
a shiver creeping up his arms
rubbing his hands together, wrapped in wool
i see him standing
waiting for me..

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