so what
it roughly rhymes
is that
the biggest
of the crimes
when words
won’t stick
they are
light snow

a world to pen
the word I owe

I’ll catch you one
the holding breath
a ray of sun
in dry wine glass

unfolded blinds
the truth to bare
in barefaced minds
and choked up air

the spring is near
old mother spring
exhale your fears
inhale it in

today some ditz
will fall to bits
today I’m fit
to be alit
and share some hopes
with you
my love

the best of times
for me
to go

when words
won’t stick
they are
light snow

the world I know
“…long time ago…”