Greeting winter

by Liberta

Leaves are leaving,
colors train in motion,
far far, I hear wind's sweet heaving.

And I am eager to say hey
again; sun fragrance livingĀ 
in trunk, in yellow wool woven
braids, trapped beams, swimming in soft strings.
Posed shall be my milk lotion on
ledge. Winter run, I'll hug you smiling
while wearing warm, braided, summer.