Sunday, September 04, 2005

my feelings. someone else's words.

Summer's End

One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?

The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.

And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun are done.
I do not want them done.

1 comment:

Sara said...

Lovely poem...I hate these people that try to advertise on our sweet blogs...blogs that are meant for thoughtful expressions and ideas...not stupid, selfish advertising...stupid spammers.