In winter air,
the siren rings
among the leafless trees.
The night,
it falls too quickly.
The days,
they sleep too soon.
I much prefer the stretched
and strengthened days of June.
Leave be the creaking bones of snow,
Let pass this fragile moon.
I much prefer the waxed and wakened days of June.
I don’t mind
the brighter skies,
the holidays,
the giving ways,
but I much prefer the stretched
and strengthened days of June.
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
In winter air,
the siren rings
among the leafless trees.
The night,
it falls too quickly.
The days,
they sleep too soon.
I much prefer the stretched
and strengthened days of June.
Leave be the creaking bones of snow,
Let pass this fragile moon.
I much prefer the waxed and wakened days of June.
I don’t mind
the brighter skies,
the holidays,
the giving ways,
but I much prefer the stretched
and strengthened days of June.