Annie In Connecticut. poem by pd lyons. from; The Women, Retrospective


indian pipe @ sleeping giant

Indian pipe @ sleeping giant

Annie In Connecticut

The leaves turn brown
For winter,
The sky’s gone grey.
I’m turning my thoughts
Around you,
Wondering how it would be,
But knowing better
Than to ask you to stay.

I’m thinking of how pretty
You are in dresses
And how you smile
When I hold you.
But this winter promises
To be harsh
And I can’t be the one
To keep you from your
Alabama sun.

The leaves turn brown
For winter,
The sky’s gone grey
And you
No matter what your accent,
Will always be October.

chipmonk @ sleeping giant

chipmunk @ sleeping giant

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