every year she comes to town
carrying nothing but thoughts
still every year they weigh her down
her tapestries of plots
so many plots,each unraveled yet tied
drawing you in with her nets
couldn't escape if you tried
she tells everything,never forgets
the faintest whisper
loud as a storm
air full of glister
as her voice grows warm
warm as the fires lit at night
to keep away the bitter cold
or hot as summers and bright
you never know what her voice'll hold
she speaks so softly
yet the pictures are clear
she tells them fondly
for everyone to hear
once you hear her stories
they'll be yours aswell
they don't fit categories
but they're yours to tell
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
every year she comes to town
carrying nothing but thoughts
still every year they weigh her down
her tapestries of plots
so many plots,each unraveled yet tied
drawing you in with her nets
couldn't escape if you tried
she tells everything,never forgets
the faintest whisper
loud as a storm
air full of glister
as her voice grows warm
warm as the fires lit at night
to keep away the bitter cold
or hot as summers and bright
you never know what her voice'll hold
she speaks so softly
yet the pictures are clear
she tells them fondly
for everyone to hear
once you hear her stories
they'll be yours aswell
they don't fit categories
but they're yours to tell