The cold won finally

Why? I don’t know

There is no more color

All is white now.

I miss the shadow of bird wings

fly over my skin.

The summer SPLAAASH noises

And the naked bath in the waves.

The superstar left the floor

and the wind freezing

the river of daisies.

I miss the wasp stings

The siesta on crowded beaches

And the sand all over my sheet.

It was a sweet life

A life cradled to the rhythm of the seasons

With oceans, meadows, forests and valleys

It was my world

The sun’s kingdom.

I miss not frowning

To face my lord

Now I frown

To prevent them from getting stuck

All I see is snowflakes

Making the SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH

Like a weather opera

Playing with these little tissue pieces

Full of the world’s tears.

I begged the cold to get out

politely and then less

He did not.

Give me back my sun!