When I Go for Walks

When I Go for Walks

by Rizwan Ahmed Memon

The purity of snow,

Reminds me

Of your innocence.

The silence

Engendered by cold,

Reminds me

Of your silence.

The still air,

Helps me

Recall your touch.

The rustle

Of the leaves

In the trees--

The crackle 
Of the leaves

Beneath my feet--

Make me feel

The sounds

Of the bangles

In your arms.

The howling wind,

The foggy fields,

The bubbling stream,

The creaking branches,

The rustling leaves,

They all make me

Miss you so--

When I go

For walks

In the fall.