week 552 ~ my heart too heavy to carry
my heart too heavy to carry
held in both hands still scrapes the ground
daffodils wither without sound
old memories will not spare me
regret but their loss can’t bury
the vision of leaves blowing green
in a future landscape unseen
where spring patiently waits for me
to understand to really see
what the unconnected dots mean
Ah…but where to start with those dots? :-)
slpmartin
May 11, 2019 at 9:51 pm