Your hair is filled
With the fragrance
Of snowflakes and wind,
Indeed, even in summer.
I continue letting you know
Be that as it may, you don't see
How delightful you are.
Once in a while,
Like a few evenings ago
On the outside yard,
You giggle and you're eighteen.
I know
Since I met you at that point,
In the fall,
At the point when you outshone all the hues.
Be that as it may, presently I wish
You could see
The harvest time tones
You paint inside me.
