• Tricia D. Wagner

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.

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