This Spring Feels Like Winter

[smokingboot]

There was a tang of whisky in the wood
Hills hung with cobwebs, mist around a church
Of the same stone as the watchers nearby.
I've seen you visit where bones were hid,
Someone should tell you to come indoors
But violets are blooming in the rain
Tending them keeps that strange light in your eyes.
Past summer's keeping, silver in the blood.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

Wow. Your poetry! (Swooning.)

Thanks so much!

[smokingboot]

You really say lovely things!