Claire

To Claire

Horizon shining, bright and true
Colors fall, yet still shine through
Sky so fresh, my eyes so bright!
What Muse? Whose spell? What sound? What sight?

Winter's invasion cannot hide
The scent of Spring that will unwind
The cold wind is a daffodil
It's chill a kiss of tulip's will
In parting's sting, a promise, then
My daughter will return again!

-Your American Dad 11/24/18