the sky is falling
you sing me songs of february summer
and i laugh at the absurdity
because
nothing makes sense anymore
and everything
is a tune
from those long ago years
when we believed
in certainty
still
i smile and i dance
at words
spilled from
wist and sunshine
so ripe with yesterday’s
short season of naiveté
when we were young
and you were golden
and i
was just a rose
.
.
.
February 20th, 2017 at 5:32 pm
So nice.
February 20th, 2017 at 7:22 pm
Beautiful. I am always happy to see something new you have written. Hope Spring is headed your way soon.