walking on grass

We are walking on grass barefoot

Holding hand in hand

Your steps are rhythamical with mine

Making my ears sentimental.

You look and smile at me,

For I am clenching you hand slowly.

The scrunching sound of the dried leaves

Gesturing of the coming winter.

winter times

Winter is here

Everything is covered under
The big white blanket.

Cool air touches my bare arms
and a shivering ran down my spine,

like electricity runs in a wire.

Trees are cover under fog

Green leaves I can hardly see

The boulevard is wet and 

The wet smell of soil

blesses my soul.

I walk alone 

through the soupy fog

When micro droplets of

Icy mist kiss my cheek and 

I smile.

I love it.

I walk alone smelling and feeling.

I wish the winter stays

and bless me even more.

january

In the chilling month of 

January

You and I are laying 

On bed under one

Quilt. Our warm bodies are

Touching each other.

We making love in January

And January smiles.