Short Nostalgiasong Poems

Lorna

When tree limbs rub like crickets leg
They sing the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When the wind will turn the door
In and and in out like an accordion playing
I hear the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna

When evening turns from memory
To sleep and pillow of a weary brain
The echo of a hollow heart is: Lorna.