This Spring.. my grief is yellow

April 4, 2019


Those trails of grid and hedge
we'd roam, within our season
          beneath the colors in the air.

All I'm seeing now,
are the colors of the other echoes..
ones that won't become
the ones, still to be made.

This Spring.. my grief is yellow.

Here's to all our memories, in the maze 

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