Fifteenth Day Of June – 2019.
Season of Spring by illegitimate children of winter seduced,
Their mating rituals brought cold unusual at this time of year,
The comforter lived up to its name as my stone built home kept,
The cool left over by the Spring-Winter cross child.
Brunch woke me further as yet another weekend flourished,
Cold never stopped neighbor’s lawn mowers to growl out loud,
My yard loved the sprouts and little wild flowers still blooming,
Eyes spread around and searched, shadows yester times held hard.
Childhood image of my dearest I saw and in mind laid,
Corner stones of a narrative in verses I will write,
As reality from me she hides, my fantasy will assume,
Life of her past, in present for a future that will be real.
Night tickled me to sleep early but an owl mode mind took,
The darker the night became, the louder the poet spoke,
When fantasy movies played on television screen, mind drew,
Strips of images of my darling’s dreams about her prince charming.
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