The snow would not settle on you


I saw you, and that was it.
The leaves moved and
the autumn changed.
The wind broke its pattern.
How can it ?
You are just someone ordinary.
But the snow would not settle on you.
It was strange, really.
My blossoming continued,
but it was in red now.
I had become different.
Pulled up with the root.
You gave me no chance to regret leaving.
You stood there. Waiting for me.
To leave winter behind.