The Seasons Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The Seasons



All of the seasons
remind me of her;
I wonder what all has changed.
I miss those huge eyes peeking
over the horizon;
Cafe aroma kisses,
hot chocolate face scrub
Tasty back stretches spread like
cinnamon over frosting.
Of all the seasons,
She knows my favorite part of her

Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract,eyes,her,poetry,seasons
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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