My Lover has Two Cars

My lover has arrived.
I open the car door,
sit among the wrappers.

In the summer he'd collect me
in his shiny silver car.
We'd fly through lanes
under leaves that greened the sun.

And when the autumn came
we'd swish through freshly-fallen leaves
that blazed the memories of summer.

But winter's here.  
We stop the car, get out.
The leaves are brown and brittle now.
We tread them into the mud.

Judith van
If you have any thoughts about this poem,  
Judith van Dijkhuizen  would be pleased to hear them.