I gave you hurtings br so that you might feel br Winter in your Soul. br br I sometimes placed upon your heart br virgin olive oil br to succor it. br br I piled high br in your eyes br Love and its Laments br as your cool wind br blew br down the Solstice. br br I carried your br leaden comments br to the cemetery br where I buried them br with the other br dead things br and br I blew you br my last br Summer Kiss br for the luck br I know br you'd need. br br Your last leaf br fell br from your waterless tree br revealing that br Summer Kisses br have no truck br or need br for rusty br dead leaves br carpeting br a Winter Soul; br twice dead br now skipping even br Autumn's br surcease br before your Winter blows.