Loss

Lend me your hands

Warm and nice,

Your touch lets me

Feel the ice;

Not because it is

Winter here,

But due to a

Chill inside;

I shiver like a

Fluttering bird

Caught by time;

And ever since

You are gone

I feel this

Evermore strong;

Surely it is

Summer time

With mellow rains

And pickled fruits

The sun bursting

Into a rarer blush

Relieving me at once

Of cold feet.