Rain falls on the grass
And the blades of grass shimmer,
Mirroring the sky.
Tabbies on the Roof
One, two, three, four, five
Orange tabbies on a roof
But I don’t know why.
Cold air in winter
With snowmen in the front yard
And hot chocolate.
A Sad, Gray Box
A sad, gray box under a sad, gray bed
Left all alone, and, sadly, forgotten.
The girl could have gone, but he left instead,
But she reminisces now and again.
Of the times they used to have together,
Of the small thing in the little gray box,
Of his smile and his face and his laughter
And of his job up North with the Musk Ox.
You may think that it is silly, of course.
But she did not. She thought of it as kind.
Because that box did not hold a stuffed horse,
Nor did it hold present, bear in mind.
Truly, it had a note that must be read,
On a paper of green and blue and red.