Riding Waterfalls

Fallen buds from broken rose ride soft on river’s flow, Moving far from season’s shore with memories in tow. Open roads and waterfalls carry the springtime’s tunes, Snowflakes melt in early lights of warming yellow moons. Yesterdays move further out from shifting sands of times, Leaving shadows of the dreams that linger far behind. Mary wrote the letters long of all that’s ever been, Buried them in broken grounds walked on by next of kin. Butterflies moved from cocoons then dried angelic wings, One rose drinks from waterfalls as the last springtime sings.