changing season.

the air has turned cold suddenly
and summer is falling
i shiver in the wind
as i sit watching you,
looking down
when you look up.
occassionally, i catch your eyes
and i hold them, if i'm brave enough,
trying to read you reading me.
there is something in them
that i trust, your warm, caring eyes
look concerned, but hopeful.
and maybe because you see me-
you really see me,
i'm starting to believe.