Today, Love: An Anthology of Self

Serotinal Serenade

faded blue hues

and dusty crowded streets,

new hopes gliding along

like Monet's lilies

on the murky waters

of souls awakened,

drawn from hibernation

by these breaths,

these quick, rich strokes.

we revel,

but not too loudly.

somewhere the world

is falling apart;

burning, drowning.

everywhere the earth

is mourning,

is silent.

to think she still remembers us

and sends roses.