surviving the winter without her
there were so many things to be said
but instead I lay silent
knowing that spring was here
that it could be the last
she loved wearing summer dresses
falling just below the knee
floral in pattern and ever so light
and when the sun hit just right
cast me back into one of her spells
by the time autumn arrives
her god-given powers faded southward
rendering me to my own devices
leaving me to decide for myself
how to survive another winter
june two thousand eighteen
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Gorgeous.
I especially like the second stanza … and that you used “lay” properly. π
thank you ~ I appreciate your comments on this piece
poignant
Thank you, Beth. Have a lovely day.
This is beautiful
Thank you, Nyx.
Youβre welcome