Seasons and Imaginations
Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring.
Tapping.
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
to stop them
From numbness,
to waking,
then sensing.
The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin
with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow,
the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.
The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here.
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
And again I fold.
Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013
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