POETIC REVIVAL

Your smile was the sun picking through the clouds after rain. Your shimmering eyes  were the droplets  on the rainbow. Your hair was gold your voice soft, your parted lips your wet smile, the rising heat from your chest setting fire to my tinderbox of a heart. *******

Gloom is sitting on my window sill desolation covers the shelves like dust books are waiting to be read paint brushes dry  Flowers  wilting emptiness all around.  Spring is so far away  the wind chimes sing incessantly  Weeping gray skies  barren trees Can't bear this melancholy I want Spring to come.