at your arrival,
my heart be a cuckoo bird.
your presence be the springtime.
i spill a euphony in distance heard,
vales around echo my chime.
at your arrival,
my heart be a tranquil silence.
your presence be a serenade.
jointly they fall into a compliance,
to my monotony, you are the aid.
at your arrival,
my heart be a sunflower.
your presence be the sun.
although around me bees hover,
my heart has frolic and fun.
at your arrival,
my heart be a parched land.
your presence be the petrichor.
you elicit my barren heart of sand,
you are the one whom i adore.
YOU ARE READING
blizzard irises
Poetrya collection of poems woven with some gruesome and some lovely 3 a.m. thoughts. cover by @aluminates
