I can’t predict the weather
But I know when it’s hot
I don’t need a blizzard
To know when it’s not
~
I could feel the wind
Rustling through the trees
When you blew out the door
And left my heart to freeze
~
Whether or not
There’s a change of mind
The seasons will change
Some are kind
~
It always seems sunnier
On the other side
The grass is always greener
With vistas forever wide
~
While storms will brew
And come and go
My love preserves
This you can forever know
~*~
Sck071315
What a sweet poem.
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