Ageless
You can’t stop autumn
in my hair, but you can
start spring in my heart;
gardenias would burgeon
around these bare stems
as you lay me down on
golden leaves—reckoning
my silver feathers; one
flying lesson at a time.
✒️ F. J.
Ageless
You can’t stop autumn
in my hair, but you can
start spring in my heart;
gardenias would burgeon
around these bare stems
as you lay me down on
golden leaves—reckoning
my silver feathers; one
flying lesson at a time.
✒️ F. J.