We walked through pale yellow daisies,
a red ribbon wrapped around your neck,
as black birds cawed in the distance
and cicadas sang in the treeline.
With storm clouds in your eyes,
the wind picked up dust,
surrounded us, and the daisies wilted
because it was October;
the frost had come.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
We walked through pale yellow daisies,
a red ribbon wrapped around your neck,
as black birds cawed in the distance
and cicadas sang in the treeline.
With storm clouds in your eyes,
the wind picked up dust,
surrounded us, and the daisies wilted
because it was October;
the frost had come.