the earth spins
slowly,
slowly,
hanging onto every second
for an hour.
the air rests
heavily
upon my shoulders
as I weep
for the days I've lost.
for the days I've spent
by your side.
the hopeful sound of birdsong
turns haunting
as it pounds in my ears
in maliciously
slow motion.
flecks of pollen
and spring's falling petals
float, near frozen,
suspended
in the air.
the wheel of the year
turns slower
than dripping honey,
as I plead with the sun
to move faster
through the sky.
the motionless clouds
hang stagnant
above me.
and together,
the universe and I,
we wait.
YOU ARE READING
wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
