You're the crosswind that causes droplets to fall from the leaves;
A canopy of green, the mirage of a pale-green summer storm.
You're the steel stringed guitar you so skillfully strum;
Raspy and warm, inevitably, you'll pull me under.
You're the snow drifting off of the lake;
Iced and stony, but nevertheless, fleeting.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
You're the crosswind that causes droplets to fall from the leaves;
A canopy of green, the mirage of a pale-green summer storm.
You're the steel stringed guitar you so skillfully strum;
Raspy and warm, inevitably, you'll pull me under.
You're the snow drifting off of the lake;
Iced and stony, but nevertheless, fleeting.
Title inspired by Lewis Watson's "Little Darling"
