She Hid Behind Greensleeves

I didn’t see this coming,
this sort of thing,
though winters in the past have brought me luck.
There must be something in the air this year.
The breeze filled with warm smell of spices in November
And a mystic cloudy gloom in December.

It’s all rather beautiful when put together.

But here I was, wondering what came next.
With so many things in mind,
I felt the need to perfect them,
But instead something has fallen perfectly in my lap.
I didn’t see this coming,
This sort of thing.

It’s all rather beautiful when put together.