Rippling Mirrors

Rippling mirrors morning Yellow roads ahead Winter without warning Made my roses dead Now there´s time of evening Kisses of the cold Temperaments in a swing Depth of frost unfold Grays of shadows close Murky hours calling Wintriness morning rose in window drops falling Like my love that is lost On to the past of days Deep hollow earthly frost Each its pleasures ways Rippling morning´s glowing In the clouds going by Everything is now going From its fervor high Yesterdays were giving All the things from heart Now new times are living In their pathways depart