In the dipping of the late year Sun
you slip away,
the winter seems much harsher now,
colder or maybe
I'm more fragile,
see how
I bow to place these blooms upon the stone
when only darkness
looms ahead.
I have yet a mile or two to go
before the daffs begin to show and
maybe then I can remember
you without
a tear breaking through.
A smile I'd gladly give
if only we'd had one more year
and yes,
I know that's greedy of me,
but I see
only Winter and
it's very cold.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
In the dipping of the late year Sun
you slip away,
the winter seems much harsher now,
colder or maybe
I'm more fragile,
see how
I bow to place these blooms upon the stone
when only darkness
looms ahead.
I have yet a mile or two to go
before the daffs begin to show and
maybe then I can remember
you without
a tear breaking through.
A smile I'd gladly give
if only we'd had one more year
and yes,
I know that's greedy of me,
but I see
only Winter and
it's very cold.
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