you asked for sunflowers.
a splash of color
for your white-washed room.
cut fresh from the field,
i carried armfuls
home to brighten your mood.
now shriveled to brown,
they still fill the cobalt blue vase
you left behind
when you left town.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
you asked for sunflowers.
a splash of color
for your white-washed room.
cut fresh from the field,
i carried armfuls
home to brighten your mood.
now shriveled to brown,
they still fill the cobalt blue vase
you left behind
when you left town.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...