Slip Sliding Away : Seasonal Antique Monochrome
You thought I would go with the obvious choices in music –
Almost did a two step –
went syncopated down and up
in a wave of antique monochrome memories.
The choice became as variable as the season.
Snows gone, then back,
then gone like the green brown lawn,
appearing and disappearing under a white nightshirt that melts in the sun –
Slips slides and falling into spring –
Take it away Satchmo .