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Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called, “friends”.
I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring to late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.
The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
A summer serenade
under the full
moonlight by the sea.
The summer and the winter will pass,
as the good and the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck to remind you that
we will all return to mossy mud.
Then live your life.
a soft lavender field moves in the breeze
a glass of wine for you
a bottle of apple cider for you
a gin and yuzu for you
a bottle of craft beer for you
a sweet way to end a long summer’s day
It’s been too long for you and me, but we cannot touch each other for the sun is too hot, and our skin is too dry.
The humidity creeps higher and higher, yet there’s no relief in this hell. Nature wants her way.
I would tell you about my day, then you could do the same, yet we’re too spent to move.
Then the buzz begins. We are electric and wired to what’s coming from the atmosphere.
Birds in the sky fly away or chat madly in the trees; there are so many parrots, sparrows, and a few cockatoos and rosellas.
The cat meows nervously and begins purring loudly, rubbing against us, hoping for a lap or pats.
Outside, the wind picks up, the trees blow about, and the madness sets into our minds.
We’re wired and starting to feel increasingly weird when the lightning crashes.
Then the rain begins to pour hard. We start to smell the rain, and we feel the change.
Laying about listening to the rain, we begin to touch one another. Our skin is so wet now.
You had a Winter Solstice, and I had a Summer Solstice. Yet the moon is the same for both of us.
Looking up, I hold a candle to the sky and thank nature for you. I wonder what you’ll do?
We’ll come together soon to celebrate the light, as we wish for beautiful days together again.
single yellow rose
summer has not taken you
sometime soon she will
C & K 