For Clara

Autumn Evening #3

When the winter wind
No, still the fall wind
I dare not call it winter;
For then it will grow
Stronger and colder,

So then;

When
Fall Wind
Is blowing outside my
Window,
Naked branches
Obscure the window lights
Across the way
And suddenly,
They are a thousand candles
Flickering only to remind me
You are far away.