It was her wild smile,

for laughs came faster
till she grabbed my hands
hers so softly tender
and tender was her manner
brushing her cheek to
mine
Not like winter she said
below the apple trees
biting with snow
we could blend together
against all weather
oh
Oh no was I to tether
below the bells
were set to toll
and I waited
for hours and day
and there a single flower
Lay.