To: Love

December 20, 2007
By maria coss, Chicago, IL

Fall is knocking
On my door,
She’s begging me
For help.
She’s crying letting
The tears
Of leaves fall
Down
Into my house.


She’s sad
Cause
She has to leave
Until
Next year.
For now
She has run
Out
Of leaves
To cry.

Winter is coming
And replacing
Her. There was nothing I
Could have done.
For now the snow
Was falling.
Covering the roads
Of memories,
The rivers of sadness
And the trees
Of love, where for ever
Be written
The named of my love.
Carver
In our special
Tree.
That evens the snow
Can not
Cover my loves named.


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