NOTES TO THE SUN

I
The old lady winter
looking for the ball of golden yarn
tossed afar in the skies.

II
The truant sun
hiding its smirk
behind the fog mittens

III
A tune in the head
the lyrics all mixed up with memories
why blame the sun !

IV

The world withers away

devoid of the warmth and the light

so that we know love is like sunshine !