Summer's Snow

Heart's memory of sun grows fainter, What now? Darkness? Perhaps! This very night unfolds the winter. -- Anna Akhmatova I remember the summer of yesterdays, folded neatly like little leaves just waking up to life. Ours were colored, all the days hanging together on one twig, glistening amidst the morning dew like love's own eyes waking beneath the passion of dawn. The redness, so we thought, could never fade to colder days, nor leave us chafed from winter's wind. We were the only breath of air shared within the expansion of dreams. We never dreamt of sunset skies, yet, we watch it now, fading slowly across the horizon of night's rise, questioning eye's own darkness, wondering, what does the truth behold?