Hibernating questions

Is it possible that my body is

already asking hibernating questions?

It’s only September third and the

sun still hits the kitchen side

of my flat. And honestly, sitting

on my windowsill next to the ripe

grapes on the vines — its warmth

is still skin-penetrating and stronger

than the breeze. Then why

am I wondering whether equally

comforting arms will be touching

mine in the coming months?

And will they change the colour

of my skin filling me with

energy and self-assurance?

I have to collect whatever comes

my way — I mean, as much sun,

though I know it never lasts

till the end of the polish winter

but I hope you will —

and not only this one.