Kansas Scarecrow
My mood is dark, sultry
As passion plays my mind.
The summer storm is blowing in
So, I respond in kind.
Passions seek an outlet
No walls can it contain.
Catching the breeze upon her lips
She calls her lover’s name.
The winter winds return.
A chill is in the air.
The Kansas Scarecrow laughs in glee
And hasn’t got a care.
Her heart, ripped and tattered,
She curls up in a ball.
Seeking the warmth of fire
She tries to sort it all.
Copyright © Alison Hodges | Year Posted 2020
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