6 is truly 9

By Michaelw1two Inspired by the word works of Becca Schwager I used you, in the spring; the smell of flowers, swirls of pink, yellow and blue; April's showers, gone, so have you; I am lying, on grass, preening, seasoning my tines; celebrating my new life meaning, taking on a different reflection; my heart, is frozen, the sun's warmth has to reach it; stuck in the cold, it cannot melt, because you left it, to this end; I remember our prayer, in the wind, dancing as the sky settled in; then it blew, that mondain came too, took away me, to my will's chagrin; the perfume of loss, so sweet and soft, now causes me sadness, in my heart; never-ending, is this wintery journey, life, now death pulled inside out; you changed then, and abandoned me, be very afraid now, for your life is in doubt. Michael Darrell Walker