June 26, 2014 / Personal
You drive your car
towards lavender and peony skies
as the sun winks
fuchsia and melon between steel grey clouds.
Your window is rolled down
and the wind, whips, wisps of your hair
across your cheekbone
as the voice on the radio croons of melancholy and sorrow.
The breeze carries scents of cut grass and lilies,
And you know
That the summer