So I got waay behind on last month's poems. Time to fix it by doing a lot this month.
1.
It seems I spend all of my months
waiting for summertime,
the golden summertime
that I love best.
It is in the heat of summer,
the blistering, smeating heat,
that I am finally warmed,
my lingering winter frosts melted
in the love and the glare
of the brightest sun.
I wait and yearn
for the summertime
when memories become edged in gold
and onlythen
do I feel perfection looming,
reaching for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment