Nights are drawing in
I feel like I missed something
And I've been working hard
To join mind and heart
Found the bag of bulbs you gave me
Snakes head variety
Apples on the trees
And green to red the leaves
I'm just aching to see
The friends that made me
The ground she took them in her chest
And I found myself a little lighter then
♫
Every time I pass
The window open wide
I lean excitedly
To look for Fritillaries
Hmm but each month passing by
I grew cynical and tired
And then
One morning
I could see
Growing after me
Fritillaries
Rooted seed
Gardener's grief
Passing over me
