the white falls into spring
a cold embrace to greet
the hopeful new bud growth
i lean reckless from my window
listening to the silence
of snow which drifts so soft
i think of you and how you watch me
your eyes explore my every expression
as your mind questions the mystery
which is an unknown soul
hidden in the flesh of humanity
so simple to reach out and touch
the physical being of another
so impossible to understand
the unending secrets of the mind
Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann
