Winter

You had said once
its only natural
to leave - never to return ..

Fragrance,  you said
in its sweet transience
fades away like
rain drop ripples
on puddled  water.

When u left
I still hadnt finished my tea
its ephemeral warmth
lingering like
a sluggish morning kiss.


You never returned

But the wintry mist returns
again
sunless afternoons 
and the wild fragrance of
white flowers


Who shall I envy now ?