Menopausal women gather under the tall elms
in a green sward of cooling breezes
Nearby the rushing river is so a-tonally melodic now
As they forgive their ignorances, their mistakes
Their dilatory dreams, their half-steps that backlashed
Their quenchless unseen fire now
the consoling measure of their days
of their secret songs
knowing for those who need,
nothing dies
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
Menopausal women gather under the tall elms
in a green sward of cooling breezes
Nearby the rushing river is so a-tonally melodic now
As they forgive their ignorances, their mistakes
Their dilatory dreams, their half-steps that backlashed
Their quenchless unseen fire now
the consoling measure of their days
of their secret songs
knowing for those who need,
nothing dies
