I've soaked up the blue of the sky

All afternoon

Dreaming of you.

It's a winter hue that matches my eyes.

I feel at home in the bleak barren day.

I sneak a peek into the future.

The Wintergrass will turn to green in spring.

The trees will leaf,

And you will leave me too someday,

And the sky will turn a different shade of pale grayblue,

And once again, my eyes will change to match the hue.

Then the summer will come,

And then September,

And I'll remember you,

And your eyes so blue.

-jenn