I shall have to let you go
Your petals faded pink,
barely staining parchment
your saturate colour unsummered
Those annual visits of
birds, bees, the painted
butterflies, giddy for
our sticky stamens,
spread our playfulness
across the fields
Autumnal colours
your pink, my grey,
wilted, limp, harbinger
of winter and away
Remember flower your
spring stalk, surging power
lifted to air.
You shall have to let me go
my painting, partner
unscrolled, a single
flash, illuminating
lightning
Done and gone
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
I shall have to let you go
Your petals faded pink,
barely staining parchment
your saturate colour unsummered
Those annual visits of
birds, bees, the painted
butterflies, giddy for
our sticky stamens,
spread our playfulness
across the fields
Autumnal colours
your pink, my grey,
wilted, limp, harbinger
of winter and away
Remember flower your
spring stalk, surging power
lifted to air.
You shall have to let me go
my painting, partner
unscrolled, a single
flash, illuminating
lightning
Done and gone
