Suddenly The Shifting Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

Suddenly the shifting of breeze,
It is the cold zephyr blowing a kiss.
The days are night's autumn,
Dried leaves all over the plain.
Winter is coming again.

Suddenly the shifting of eyes,
To and fro it goes and did I realize
That wherever I turn, no longer I yearn
For what is gone forever,
And what has vanished shall never.

Suddenly the shifting of shadows,
And so does it flicker with the light.
So it goes as nothing stays that long,
Stay and it goes. Keep and it disappears.
And all you can do is to evoke those years.

Suddenly the shifting of hands,
Whose hand you hold could soon freeze,
Enervating the loosened grip to release.
It is winter. Again, it's shifting.
It is not over and you will find nothing.