Uncommonly Long Winters - Poem by Jacqui Thewless
At the flowering,
Solstice makes Poppies’ frills flash in its cornfields,
leads Rose petal silks along garden paths,
lets folded Foxglove-fingers ruby and open for bees
and couples moan in grass,
and ghosts of the widows breathe on window-glass,
drawing newly-broken hearts that bleed, seeing that
this season still breeds lovers.
long winters shutter the springs and falls
but never summers -
no, not ever summers.
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