The spring perished ages ago,
Inhumed under mounds of autumn haze,
Fading in russet dying leaves,
Those disjoined by the fugitive wind.

These streets now grey and benumbed,
Stumbling over footprints in blood,
Trampling each other in a hurried depart,
Erasing names of travelers past.

Soon a white shall spread out,
Freezing those departed days.
Over window stills of an eternal wait,
Icicles hang like memories by noose,
And our farewell tears buried deep,
Beneath the snow we never walked upon.

Once upon a time, there was a spring !