July....
some things
you cant change
July meant late
but she was ready
the afternoon's rain
left a damp breeze
which shuddered
across her bones
late was best
february was early
and wrap up warm
february skies were
early velvet teatimes
but no
July had everything
and sinking now
into her chair
there it was
before her
the only love
she held onto.....
.....the sunset
- Author: dusk arising ( Offline)
- Published: February 12th, 2020 01:24
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan, Fay Slimm., Saxon Crow
Comments9
May that sunset be forever in your heart.
Andy
Can't help but find sunsets attractive and sometimes reflective.
Excellently composed DA. I really enjoyed reading this today.
Kind regards, Alan
Thank you kind sir. This is something quite different for me and it seems to have been received favourably.
Perfect for my mood today....
Thank you!
Careful of my post today my friend!
Hopefully see you in the spring 😉
Yep, sad news indeed.
this is one of those comfortable and warming one looks forward to any time of year.... N
There's something about sunsets which draws us to attach so many thoughts to. It's quite understandable how our ancients worshiped the sun as a god.
Sper write D.A. - the surprise ending was a lovely reminder of how special those sunsets are to those getting along in years. A tale needing to be read again - Saved to the fave list and thank you for sharing it.
Fay this was a moments inspiration at about 5am this morning. To be honest i was uncertain how it would be received in mps. I'm so pleased now and honoured for this to be among your favs.
Intriguing with a surprise ending. Well done, d.a.!
Thanks Fred. The ending was of course the inspiration for the whole thing.
Loved the seasonal comparisons and the descriptive phrases to describe each. "damp breeze which shuddered across her bones," and "wrap up warm." Let's not forget the enchanting title phrase as well, "the only love she held onto"". Just great stuff. Brilliant! - Phil A.
I love this poem DA it touched my heart.
but it`s always beautiful
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