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The First Turn of a Fall Leaf

The first turn of a leaf, a constant reminder that summer is brief. The suns slow burn melts into the horizon leaving behind: a colourful show, a crisp autumn breeze and a sharp wind blow. Dark nights soon approach with the squawk of a crow, cold creeps in with the first fog grow. Green leaves fade to red the sight of conkers near. Spikey shields dropping from branches Mother Nature we ought to fear. A crisp crunch of a leaf that once danced to its demise. One of springs creations now drowned out by summers cries. The veil to the under world wears thin, celebrating Halloween by carving a pumpkin. Animals stock up on food supplies autumn a preparation for winter’s surprise.

Copyright © Summer Lockett | Year Posted 2023



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Viridescent

I’m a wielded weapon ready to fire, made strong by jealousy, envy and desire. Like a lick of moss consumes the base of a tree. Pick the wrong coloured plant and I can make you sick. I’m a hunter camouflaged in my own forest. Picked by the delicate hands of a botany florist. Like ivy climbs to reach the light, I’m the monster lurking in the depths of the night. I bring the colour of life at springs sudden blind. Turned to crunchy dust at the first gust of autumn wind. I’m rooted to the ground growing firm at the welcome of frost. I’m a colour plagued with jealousy, envy and sometimes lost.

Copyright © Summer Lockett | Year Posted 2023

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Journey

True love a gift that got bestowed upon me. His presence a fairytale that I think of fondly. Our soulmate connection feels like I’ve fished a net full of stars. His lips an array of reds that paints the roses that I’ve held captive in my vase. My tummy a vessel where the summer butterflies do float. His eyes are like buckets full of the ocean on a green tiny boat. His face a perfect portrait of an artist best seller, my love bittersweet like a red wine cellar. True love a bargain where I would sell my soul. Just to feel true love that reunites my heart to whole.

Copyright © Summer Lockett | Year Posted 2023


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