Such Is Love

Rain slips, gentle upon the pane. Listen. Out of nowhere, birdsong breaks dawn to sing a lullaby: ‘Summer in July. Winter in December.’

Let the notes swallow you. Unchain your heart. Bury the dead.

Darling, do not cry.

Such is life, such is love.


~ Liberate

Published by

Anna G. Watson

~ write like a painter