false spring

The weather warmThe days brighterWinter’s fingers slacken their gripFrozen nights leading to icy morningsNo longer upon my doorstep fallHis lips no longer speak my nameThough at one time they didSweetest refrains from songs of the heartBut falsetto were his only notesThe sun came up still a little earlierYet no warmth did it bringWinter though itsContinue reading “False Spring”