Of his toes
Winter stands on the tips
Grazing the treetops
He reads a letter and
Suddenly trips

A spring invitation
In beautiful scented scripts
A message from the ladybird
Who lives among the rose hips

The breeze gives the letter and leaves
As she sees the ice chips
The winter will never come
If you stop kissing
The autumn's lips

(2008/12/11)

Persian Nightingale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-lips/