Fields are mournful vestured with snow.
You are unwilling to remember the past,
Recalling the persons forgotten long ago.
You're remembering passionate speeches,
Covert glances were caught greedily,
Earliest meetings, latest meetings,
Loved low voice are being remembered.
You're recalling the parting with odd smile,
You're remembering home is remote,
Listening to wheel grumble which is incessant,
Pensively looking at sky which is broad.
March, 2005
Black and White Photos, and Colour Ones
