Thaw in Ludza

I carry my love
As a child—a one year old—
Carries a chestnut leaf:
So seriously holds the outstretched hand,—
It’s so difficult to balance the tiny step
With giant autumn all around.—
From the trees
Fall and fall
Rustling golden secrets
And confuse his steps.
But the little one doesn’t slip.
He carries his leaf.
He holds on to his leaf
And elegantly walks into the blizzard of leaves

“Unable are the Loved to die. For Love is Immortality».

~Emily Dickinson