Shoulders up by my ears
Freezing wind, forcing tears
A jacket too cold
Stockings too thin
Autumn begging to begin
Kisses from him
Comforts me in the whirlwind
of endings; beginnings
losses; winnings
Every winter I flee
to a land with endless green leaves
Yet I remain
for here are my kin
keeping me warm from within
Josie Mattsson 