coffee and song

the weathermen say
another storm is coming
but all i had to do
was listen to the birds
they trill frantically
of seeds hidden and
shiny things now lost
we sing to each other
over steaming coffee
and wildflower daydreams
as the temperature falls
beneath an indifferent sun
knowing this too will pass
but fearing the scars
soon to be left behind

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