Wheel of the Year

Apr 21, 2006 14:58

New love is here again for me.
Now your hand is cupped in mine.
Next sprouts shall be pushing up-
To meet the light in your eye that shines.
That's us some way, some how.

There are dandelions dotting it;
The yard we once laid in green.
They're mini suns blessed by us
Our love for them ever so keen.
Flowers cursed with the name weed.

We were destined to burn or blow up.
We associated ourselves with the fire.
We laid out in the brown and the gold.
Autumn comes- we live down to the wire.
Where will we be when Fall is gone?

There is yellow in the grass again,
And a cold breeze is blowing.
What has come now has passed;
And we are all wiser for knowing-
We laid our hands on the warmth!
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