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.

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Poet of the Light © 2020

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