found, you too?!
the purple sheers
billow into our room,
upon me, across our bed.
i used to be that bruise.
yet, spring begins again,
my hopes,
not so much unsprung.
i am no longer un-begun.
another season is upon us
just when we thought
there are too few left.
we are far from lost.
well said and written
Bill
Beautiful in thought and context. When I can no longer count the seasons I'll at last, be at home.
Fee
Regis
Might want to check the fourth line from the top. "...use to...." Is it my persnicketiness (is that a word? LOL, but shouldn't it be "...used to...."? Just wondering...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.