04-27-2016, 07:32 PM
Spring Ephemeral
The frost on your window
reminds me
spring is a shy girl, afraid
I might turn again.
Whatever awkward winter
has come between us, draw
your hot bath, light your candles
and warm your core.
I does no good holding
Occam’s razor to your wrist
demanding answers.
Not now.
The frost on your window
reminds me
spring is a shy girl, afraid
I might turn again.
Whatever awkward winter
has come between us, draw
your hot bath, light your candles
and warm your core.
I does no good holding
Occam’s razor to your wrist
demanding answers.
Not now.