Sometimes I like writing in the AABA form, even though it's out of style. I like the feel of it.

Thinking of You Again

Stars in a cloudy sky,
Like flowers that bloom in a lullaby
After the sleep begins.
Thinking of you again.

Wind in the frozen trees,
A promise of spring in the melodies,
After the why and when.
Thinking of you again.

Sunshine on puddles so cold they should probably be ice;
A bird whistles once, and twice;
The frost turns to dew
And so I think of you.

Seeds on a trampled path,
The ground is too hard in the aftermath;
Until the rain has been
Thinking of you again.

(c) and (p) Patrick Shea 2015