Little Visions

Unnaturally, she falls from trees painted bare by winter in my mind,
Concrete shadows chasing days she swears were yours.
Patiently, unwilling but carefree, she falters peacefully into the waters,
Bubbles, silent, trace letters in the reflection of my world
Trivial, these little matters, we float on by, by airs we float on graces;
Traditions and social uprisings, we gather with our leaves
And by Spring, repaint the trees in airs, in visions of you.