Call Me In Your Seasons
Call me:
And I'll wait for the Winter.
You never left your bed.
Writing flaked out sessions.
Toppling frigid dread.
Call me:
And I'll wait for the Summer.
You never left your yard.
Writing heated lessons.
Toppling being charred.
Call me:
And I'll wait for the Spring.
You never left your porch.
Writing muddied questions.
Toppling rains galore.
Call me:
And I'll wait for the Autumn.
You never left your couch.
Writing changed confessions.
Toppling sit in slouch.
Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2017
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