#1394-Lingers on

Some days,

Are strangely quiet.

No cars, cowbells,

Or even a breeze,

To awaken dormant dreams.

Days, when butterflies

Flutter by unseen.

Unexpected smiles,

Melt away, unnoticed.

Days,

When Spring’s green sings,

To those passing by,

Gazing momentarily,

As clouds drift by.

Some move on,

Cows bask in the sun, and

Who needs to understand,

Lingers on.