If I come to the window one last time
will you promise to remember me as I was in the spring
when my whispers quickened your heart
and you yearned for my hair across your pillow?
I shall grant you one last glance,
but only if you see me as the lover
you so foolishly abandoned.
* sethsnap was kind to invite fellow bloggers to write something, anything, about his photo titled “Ohio Christmas.” This is what I see. Please visit his site at sethsnap.com.