Spiraea Song #2

Sing to me Spiraea.
Blossom white-wisp floss,
I missed your softness in the Spring,
I missed her whispers in a stream,
Another year of loss.

My life’s a simple pebble
On the pebbled-path,
Every stone unpolished there
Another death to cast.

I sing of songs your bones would hear
When no man would then listen,
And in a moonlit clearing there
I tuned a light blue whistle.

Sing to me Spiraea,
By Autumn be denuded;
It’s been a year,
We dance my dear,

Like friends who never parted.

One thought on “Spiraea Song #2

  1. In love with this! (Insert heart-eyed emoji.) The first line alone… (Insert another heart-eyed emoji and a sigh…) It’s so entwined with both love and and loss, companionship and loneliness: simple beauty (crafted eloquently) and simply beautiful. I felt for the insignificant-feeling pebble and heard the melancholy whistler’s spirits tinged with seasonal hope. ❤

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