Winter Waits
Last spring arrived with soft cocoon
I dreamed that love would visit soon.
The butterfly that graced my arm
soon flew – she thought I meant her harm.
I couldn’t chase her, but I knew
she would return if love is true.
My summer passed and autumn then,
Now winter waits for spring again.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2019
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