Winter Flower
Don’t worry
about September
turning
its cold shoulder
on you
the future
always running
too damned early
don’t be afraid
of losing
your color
being
covered
in black sunshine
buried
by the moon
to grow
where all things
go
Don’t worry
about September
turning
its cold shoulder
on you
the future
always running
too damned early
don’t be afraid
of losing
your color
being
covered
in black sunshine
buried
by the moon
to grow
where all things
go