And where birds once sang in my heart
Now only the north wind chimes
Where we once looked out to water’s edge
The ice has frozen our final waltz
Where blue skies blanketed baseball games
Now clouds loom, aching with rains’ weight
Which shall only fall late at night when I am alone.
Anni
April 22, 2021 | 11:17 pm
An absolutely beautiful poem by a wonderful writer for a wonderful soul that was gone too soon.