Thursday, June 16, 2011
winter
I took you out dancing and
leaves fell around me like snowflakes
my streets were an autumn day
and summer kissed the back
of my neck, by way of a goodbye
and I ached for the day before
and the day after
by way of an escape
and I played on the swings,
to show I could still fly
(and there are apples in autumn so
crisp you would think
that they promised more)
it is spring that surrenders,
summer that dreams,
autumn that feeds and rots,
and winter that wipes us all clean -
¶ 2:56 PM
