The leaves turned and fell later this year than last life, these days, is slower than those warmer days of past I'm in no real big hurry to find love and keep it you reap what you sow, and I planted silence, now I reap it. Harvest arrived here stumbling tumbling on shards of my laughter turning them into liquid, just to freeze them in the season after. I suppose I'll have to get up and start moving around eventually wave goodbye to the moon and forget how you lost your love for me. But for now, I stay in hibernation and remember the life love used to bring it hurts to move so fast right now so I lay asleep and wait for Spring. |