long lazy rivulets
meander through the sand,
furrowing haphazard rows
back to the promised land
of sea and sun and summer fun
so far from winters chill,
no longer gray and shadowed
no longer cold and still,
just a few more drops
a few more lonely tears
contributing to the growing sea
of not quite forgotten fears.
they always seem to fall
when I remember yesteryear. |
Submission Name: remember
