Flowery Noontide

Fits well, a flowery noontide

And tell a tale of springtime

Someone will call, hungry to spite me

Absent from luck and blame so slightly


In sight, the tale goes hiding

Reveal a bite, skin tightening

Soon gone the thought, am
I distracted

Please cover up, our lies are abandoned


So sad, the tide so rightly

We took the tale so lightly

Snows are so far, and lost stars lightening

To enter scorned and tempers tightening