Equinox



















Winter has finally came,
It was all to blame, He has gone cold, And even gone bold. Christmas eve is dreary, Mistletoes are mousy, A kiss won't befall, Even until the snow dissolved. Spring is yet to clock in, Will the love still remain? Will it melt along with the snow? Like it did when winter had drawn? Will it bloom again like the flower? Or will it remain until it's over? Shall we give it another try? Or let the whole meadow die?

- Claire Blaire -