before you go

looking out a frosted window
your coffee slowly drips
more snow and freezing cold
how many more winters
before you go

dreaming of the mountains
of saguaro and endless sun
a taste of dreams you know
how many more winters
before you go

you know her love is true
indiscretions painting yours
cold winds that will always blow
how many more winters
before you go

as you move away
closer to your fantasy
dreams that move too slow
how many more winters
before you go

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.