In a week of 100-plus degree temperatures in the Bay Area, I thought I’d remind you of what “snow in Napa Valley” means:
Attar
Snow
should be
flowers—they are
as fragile as
your bouquet's
roses
leaving me so
dramatically with
falling
petals painting where
they drop
with
regret they were
not crushed
when
the peak of
their power
could
still be immortalized
into fragrance
for
where your lips
loved to
linger.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.