Day 24
i opened the parcel
word butterflies
of exquisite beauty
came flying out
settling like a collection
of watermelon pink thoughts
on my heart
i am going to dance
i am going to dance
with that magic man
somehow
Day 25
now is the winter of our discontent
on its way too soon
summer taking flight
with all its love
romance hope excitement
disappeared suddenly overnight
replaced by an autumn tick on the calendar
now we wait for four long months
hibernating under furs
until we can swim smile and live again
Day 24 - *can't stop grinning...*
ReplyDeleteDay 25 - Fleetwood Mac's Landslide is playing in the cafe where I'm reading this. Seems fitting for some reason. Beautiful and melancholy words. I'm sending you hugs to keep you warm till the spring renewal.
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