Summer is her up time
possibilities search
like bees through flowers
into every dimension
even the crystal azure

Summer’s end brings
the sky crashing down
crystal shards slice
right through her heart
and pin her in blackest hell

Winter’s grey skies bring
cool reason and she contemplates
each cruel heartbeat growling
in the dubious dark cursing
the neverending promise

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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