Come, gather fall flowers with me. We'll dry them, and hold their colors through the soft white night.
What matter othher blossoms picked spring and summer. Petals faded and blown away color and warmth gone south, like bright birds fleeing the cold.
Earth color against luminous white and steel blue sky, holding seeds the promise of new life. Feeding that which dares remain, like mice huddled in burrows.
Come,
ReplyDeletegather fall flowers
with me.
We'll dry them,
and hold their colors
through the soft white night.
What matter othher blossoms
picked spring and summer.
Petals faded and
blown away
color and warmth gone south,
like bright birds
fleeing the cold.
Earth color against
luminous white and
steel blue sky,
holding seeds
the promise of new life.
Feeding that which dares remain,
like mice huddled in burrows.