It's best that way: Short and sweet.

Watching the leaves dance in circles,
The wind sharing her secrets?
Could only wonder.

Frozen fingers, toes and nose.
Flushed cheeks, kissed pink.
Winter winds.

Silvery moon hangs,
from a naked branch.
The night is young.

He said,
“Forever” -
That feels like falling,
all over again.

A tear, a pout -
a cookie to smile.
End of pain;
That was then.

Object lies still,
drawn by light and shadows,
within a frame.