like silver arrows falling

her melancholy rain

some shot with sun

gold like champagne

just a music box

a tiny whirling dance

tiny chimes of memory

long ago romance

father frost will hold

the heather turns to gray

just a music box

and time that went away





One thought on “brón

Leave a Reply to Mjw Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s