Pieces of Spring

[sabriel007]

It was raining flower petals,
a moment ago, and I miss
my head on your chest,
fingers tangled, listening
with all of my body to your voice
thinking about flower petals.
I wish there were a way to find you.

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It goes from light to dark so quickly,
driving home from a train ride
through the trees, suddenly fuschia.
We live among grape hyacinths, like fairies
scattering each flower for the scent -
Spring, rising from a trampled sky.