Marooned on Night Waters #1.7
Updated: Nov 16
The perishing cowslips
speak to the glade and the rabbits
of easy days fled.
But have they?
The cowslips, so lovely, might give way
to a forest flushed golden with light,
to leaves startling red,
to snows teaching the meaning of blue.
The cowslips may be over
but still may my song ring merry.