Pieces of Spring
Apr. 30th, 2023 12:25 pmIt 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.
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.
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.
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.