A fake to the left,
not for a move to the right
rather, to stand still.
A fake to the left,
not for a move to the right
rather, to stand still.
Spring flowers will bring
some salty showers indeed;
awed by Her beauty.
A chill to the bone,
slipping on ice under foot;
warmed only by love.
Human rights apply,
but only to those lacking
all humanity.
Midwinter morning
even the birds will not sing
notes frozen in air.
Water floods the streets
as little lives float away
and big lives stay dry.
My heart beating fast
like the nimble hummingbird;
your love is so sweet.
The backbeat calls out,
accentuating your eyes;
music of your soul.
Snow falls from the sky,
silence blankets the cold ground,
rosy cheeks by fire.
The tidiest stack
topples over in my eye;
clean sweep is needed.