Winter Is Only a Visitor

It was the last thing I needed And what I needed went unheeded At winter under the cherry tree You have gone from me I have felt no need to ask you why for the answer has come by and by And as winter is only a visitor always true not sinister The eagle will keep looking at the sky Now that I feel I am wrong for having waited for long nothing is left to do or say except keep my tears at bay And the eagle will spring back and fly © Chokri Omri