a football game
a friendly face
a familiar ache
a heart to take
a grassy ground
a happy sound
a white cap found
a dream unwound
a bit of sass
a flirty trap
a smile to last
a future and past
a little white truck
a hope untucked
with fate and luck
in love I'm stuck
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Elizabeth Rooney says it best
Storing September
You ask me what I did today.I could pretend and say,
"I don't remember."
But, no, I'll tell you what I did today --
I stored September.
Sat in the sun and let the sun sink in,
Let all the warmth of it caress my skin.
When winter comes, my skin will still remember
The day I stored September.
And then my eyes --
I filled them with the deepest, bluest skies
And all the traceries of wasps and butterflies.
When winter comes, my eyes will still remember
The day they stored September.
And there was cricket song to fill my ears!
And the taste of grapes
And the deep purple of them!
And asters, like small clumps of sky...
You know how much I love them.
That's what I did today
And I know why.
Just simply for the love of it,
I stored September.
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