04-21-2024, 03:04 PM
Your memory walks the graveyard
smelling daffodils after rain,
laying in summer grass
with a good book.
In the winter, it's too cold to be still
so it shakes with the roots of the oak
beside your stone.
I often picture yesterdays
tomorrow today.
smelling daffodils after rain,
laying in summer grass
with a good book.
In the winter, it's too cold to be still
so it shakes with the roots of the oak
beside your stone.
I often picture yesterdays
tomorrow today.