Period of time

Love is a most fickle playmate


I used to love April the most

But time has passed in silence

And I’m falling for Winter now


Soft white ashes, like eye lashes

Brush innocently along my cheeks

And I’m moved, in a silent thunder


The sudden whisk of cold air passing

Unexpectedly steals my breath away

I’m lost for words, and so much too say


Walking aimlessly everyday, anywhere I go

I feel the sun rays rush of caressing warmth

Clasping my hand, as she quietly tag along


If I close my eyes just long enough

I can hear her whispers speaking

Promising me all her love to keep


I used to love April… but she left me in the summer.


Poet of the Light © 2020


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