the colors fade...

The days grow.


More perfect in linen than you know.
I hide behind ruffled scarves, warm and giggled soft
I feel the chink of paper cuts,
sore hearts often lost.
Care to take a bow, my love, you've put on quite a show.
Honey drops  and flakes of sun
she rips to spin the snow.


char said...

you are amazing. these words wrapped around me like a warm, honey-scented wind. you have a gift!
thank you for your comment, dear xx

Ever said...

Thank you so so much! <33

Melee said...

Lovely, dear! I really love the phrase "flakes of sun"! That is such a wonderful thought. :)

Ever said...

Thank you, my friend! <33