Too Soon Bereft
Come quickly spring, just weeks away, fulfill your promise - life anew;
a ring to give, a vow to take, a oneness where there once were two.
A fleeting, tragic, rain-drenched moment; one is gone, just one is left.
Foul winter taking one too soon, and leaving one too soon bereft.
Excerpt taken from "Winter's Antidote" for the
Rithimus Divisa 6 Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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