just another winter dawn

a fine haze,
of a dark cream,
wake me up
with layers of a dew
frigid like a snowstorm ...

I'm still on the street.
with a sharp cold
stuck in the bones,
feeling an absence
that fills my mind ...

I proceed through old oaks
who resist lazily,
accustomed to winters,
with leaves burnt by frost
adorning their branches ...

I miss the serenity
with which you slept,
of your magic smile,
unable to escape your fascination
like Earth trapped in the sun's gravity ...