Drizzle and yellows; cloudy outside sunshine inside her heart
She twists and turns
Down a muddy street
Happens to see him
Only walks on
As she walks further down the road
Thoughts of him
Come calling her
There’s a slow, sweet drizzle
Rain washed streets
Her mind a muddle
She tries to hold on to that moment
Was it really him in that bright yellow?
She takes her mind off
And looks around
To capture the shine from the streets
There’s a slow, sweet drizzle
She thinks of yesterdays with him
When laughter is all he gave to her
Did he see her?
That old face who could bring out the sun for her
A smile came across her lips
Her glasses still foggy
Her mind a bit clearer
There’s a slow sweet drizzle
That bright yellow in a dull grey
There’s a slow, sweet drizzle
A start of a new season, September I know will bring with it, its share of work, a steady will to attain those elusive goals, trying not to fall behind and hopefully lots of sunshine trying to filter through!
Drizzle and Yellows for those rainy days and to welcome a spirited September.
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