Debra A.G. Hawley
Summer's Prerequisite - Poem by Debra A.G. Hawley
I lie alone beneath an open window.
Warm breezes and melanchony
swirl around me.
A rush of bittersweet memories
engulf my restless mind.
remind me of your coming.
And as these days surround me once again,
they feel the same
and yet you will not follow...
gone forever from my door and from my life,
but not my soul.
Such is this,
the promise of summers yet to come
and whisper of your presence.
I inhale deeply...
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