Under the sky of teal and cotton
the magpies dance
on fences and trees
as dew drips from garden weeds
I listen out for Summer
who’s on her way home.
A humid breeze as the clock strikes noon
I fall in love with the frost of dead years,
sweet scents tease my lungs
with the promise of Summer
but my old lover is lost,
stuck in the past.
The sun warms my fingers
through damp, stained glass
illuminated green
from overgrown grass
as Summer slips in through under the door
I greet an old friend who will leave me again.
Summer is here but frost lines the walls,
the bedsheets are frozen
and a chill haunts the halls.
Summer has changed since our romance began
or is it that I am a different man?
Under the sky of teal and cotton
the magpies dance
in my overgrown garden
as Summer waves her final goodbye
I close the cobwebbed curtains
of my frozen mind.
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