Monday Poem: Seasons of Life

 

Seasons of Life

Expectation is the first warm day
when spring shrugs our coats off.
The pale bared skin of women
displaying hints of times to come
and the possibility of soft touching

as the evening shades into darkness
and we lie together wondering
why so much of this world
always lies so far out of reach,
especially on languid days

when it seems the heat
is too heavy to lift away
from the damp skin
and being too close binds us
together in ways beyond
all we ever expected

while we wait for the cooling breezes
that the darkness is sure to bring
as we turn away from each other
and wait for slow sleep to take us
on far journeys into colder times.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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