Blue
I try to grasp
And hold back summer
But I’m powerless
To stop
Or even hinder
Time changes,
And now
One robin lingers.
I stop throwing crusts
And hope
She’ll follow friends
Where skies
Are warm and blue…
It’s sad,
But she needs
To leave,
And so, my love, do you.
that's the sweetest get out ever! ;)
thank you
great poem. References my favorite book too.
Thanks - mine too