February
February came and went, like a love song never meant,
To be heard until summer.
Then march marched in, suprisingly late
The buds still swollen on the trees
The river stretching out beneath the evening
And april brought memories of you leaving
The sunlight left it's golden locks upon the floor
And may was full of sleeping in beyond the time of waking
Of autumn walks under overcast skies
And something out of step and out of season
The beating of a silent heart
The rain washed streets
Left drops on leaves
And smells of smoky bars
And early scents of rising earth
And all our hopes shone in a dazzling constellation
The universe in symphony
In wonder at love's death
In triumph at its celebration
yvette smith may 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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