The beautiful birds outside
sing their daily songs
The flower buds
wait until the spring so they can see their own world
The autumn leaves
seep into the earth only to rejoin the cycle
Your boots
wait for your feet to join them once again for another one of your outside adventures
Your favorite sweater
the one that smells like me
hugs your body close to keep you safe from the crisp of the air
And I
wait until my arms can be wrapped around your waist once again
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
The beautiful birds outside
sing their daily songs
The flower buds
wait until the spring so they can see their own world
The autumn leaves
seep into the earth only to rejoin the cycle
Your boots
wait for your feet to join them once again for another one of your outside adventures
Your favorite sweater
the one that smells like me
hugs your body close to keep you safe from the crisp of the air
And I
wait until my arms can be wrapped around your waist once again
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