Golden Shovel

Battery percentage drained to fifty Discomfort over exposed mattress springs Deposits into local banks are Hard to come by with little Hope for a hot meal and a stable room Hours spent searching about Sorting and sifting for loose change and the Will to travel to the winter woodlands Where my hope that you and I Could be together will Forever sleep in my heart and go On to grow, to flourish, to Wash over the sweeping sadness you see Wiping tears from eyes and tossing them on the Ground, next to the dull pit of a cherry Left behind like the laundry that hung On the drooping clothesline with Frostbitten pins and forgotten drops of snow (Inspiration from A.E. Housman's "Loveliest of Trees")