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.
Labels: poem
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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-
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.
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