tulips in the window.
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
calling, I am calling
outside the window
snow and rain and
in the window
tulips, faded pink
calling, not your name
but what you are
to me, the warmth and
the memories of bare
feet among the wind, the
salutary and rare ease
lacking now, may the weak
sound of my voice reach
the space from which you come
calling, I am calling for
hope is the better choice
