Because/Poetry #SoCS

Dreaming Reality

September now has passed from view

and Autumn in the mists

of dank and often dreary

days of Winter’s cold and

unsympathetic hand.

Suppose we, then, weep not for days in

whose long, languid shadows

we swore at sweat, nor regret

 the changing climes

in these fearful times.

Soon the sap will run again like

rushing tides, life’s vein will

pump wildly to keep time

as we sip wine toasts

to new beginnings

and Summer’s play.

I shall give you a bloom for every

moment passed in those hot,

sopping days of free fun

that someone does not,

in foolish jest,

suggest

a frigid day

might count them blessed.

CKP copyright words and images 2019

Hop over to Dan’s sofa  

and bring along some hot tea. He has been under the weather. We miss you waxing witt-tastically at the bar! Get well soon.

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