Winter !

and in this desolate night
walking through this lane
passing near to a desolate tree
devoid of leaves
and the branches crowded with
now silenced, shivering, wetted crows..

.. on this downward slopy path,
as I am wandering,
thinking about you, and
the fog that never settled
in your eyes
and the sun that never
dawned on your lips..

O, there comes a rain !