I long for warmth
from gentler seasons
sliding over my sighs
with tenacity & strength,
easing past a secret smile
as the sun descends
in quiet splendor.
Winter brings weary woes
to my harvested hearth ~
cold solitude
is difficult to bear
within
this silent night's reaching.
I sway in sunlight,
seeking soothing rain
to hide my restless tears ~
a brisk wind
to subdue
my moments of weakness
& inevitable sorrow ~
only Summer
can save me
from these shivering
shadows
now...





















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