Saturday, February 7, 2009

Every morning

With a new promise

every morning

I leave

fresh daisies

at your feet.

 

Thank you

says that little

note

tucked inside.

 

I appreciate.

Thank you,

my life is better.

Much love.

Fervently, 

Thank you.

 

Once outside

I wait for

such pleasure words

to stop churning

in my head.

 

And I wait

for my patience

to fizzle out

while printing

the next note

painstakingly.

 

You bring home sunshine.

Thank you, truly.

 

If only

I could forget

your address

someday

and let

the daisies 

rot. 

 ~