Let winter not touch you

If you open this letter

on a late afternoon

warm, wet and ochre-

let this remind you

of a long winter left midway.

Where the earth curls up

ever-ceasing, ever-withdrawing.

Wait awhile,

for my love, unused to summer

recoils for a moment-

and in the next,

spills out, shivering and restless.

Let such inexperienced love

melt with that bit of visible sea.

This afternoon

let it melt-

into untamed accents, unknown roads.

A naked letter prays

and outside your window

summer breathes.

Let winter not touch you.

(Letters are a recurrent theme with me, a device I use quite frequently in my infrequent bursts of poetry. However, this was written because I needed to write a proper letter.)