Seasons changed, but you didn't.

Unfinished song , still needs a lot of work.

 Spinning in a ball

No arms, no legs to greet the fall. 

A season for which

You will rest in leaves

Until December's chill

Will overfreeze;

The days in which you'd rearrange yourself

In alphabetical order

To last you the 26 days of the month.

And you never moved in the same grace twice, 

Then snow moved east and tore the ice,

To only bring the taste of daisies on your lips in March.

 

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Beautiful just beautiful

[An owl on the moon]

Beautifully moving, with such brilliant imagery. Love this passage: "And you never moved in the same grace twice, Then snow moved east and tore the ice." The flow and focus here is amazing.