Picnic

Picnic

Shade trees bordering the bright and the shade
We sit at Yesteryear’s picnic of time
Settled on homely regret and charade
Today will hopefully retain it’s shine

Unpack the basket of doubt and answers
Wind stirs, blanket beats and tears beneath
Grass drifts dust in our eyes, failed romancers
Nature’s nourishment not fond of our heath

Feast of times unuttered and left to freeze
Clouds tear up for us like they ever do
Quick, lets stash again our stale, loved disease
Stow away another failure with you

EaS