Winter Spring Summer Fall - The Postmarks

Clouds are falling to pieces

covering the ground

my heart in hibernation

woke up to the sound

of the beating wings

migrating home

little bird on my shoulder

whispered in my ear

let your heart sing its song

now that springtime is here

snow is melting and

the sky is clear

spring uncoiled

into summer’s golden curls

as she twirled her

flowered dress

pretty as a petal

honey-colored sand

is not as sweet

without you here

beside me in the heat

cos i’m fall fall falling for you

like an autumn leaf

carried on the breeze