spilled tea. Something soothing about fallen petals. Perhaps, harkens back to Spring singing Autumn Leaves to the future. The silkiness of tulip petals. Of course, their hues beguile.
from Four Matinees, an excerpt from Particle Theory
I saw your favorite raincoat in the hallway by the door-- It hadn't rained for ages So where did you go that morning? Spring was late, we said at dinner, as we ate your delicious soup.
from Four Matinees, an excerpt from Particle Theory
ReplyDeleteI saw your favorite raincoat
in the hallway by the door--
It hadn't rained for ages
So where did you go that morning?
Spring was late, we said at dinner,
as we ate your delicious soup.