Friday, January 19, 2007

Seasons

You look like spring:

the cool morning dew on

legs like dandelion stems

to be plucked.


You look like summer:

sweat beading from the heat

on blooming petals

to be sucked.


You look like autumn:

those falling golden leaves

and sheltering stalks

to be shucked.


You look like winter:

misting breath and flushed red,

cozy and sleepy

to be tucked.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is is okay that I comment? If you'd rather I not then please tell me. Nonetheless, this one caught my eye, my ear, and my thoughts. In the sea of love, where everyone would love to drown. When you take time to write and to think about writing, it may not be the happiest of times, but things don't change until they change, I mean, those writings of perhaps the worst of times bring beautiful thoughts. I like this one. Do it again-

20 January, 2007 23:34  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This, I loved. Had hoped it was for us... but considering the more recent poetry, perhaps it is not. I intend to update my blog soon as well... Hopefully tonight, now that I ahve my computer.

29 January, 2007 10:59  

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