Poetry

Seasonal Lover

She finally arrives
Breezing into
the room in her
flowing
windswept
dress
Hair
a mess,
refusing
to address
my inquiries
as to why
she arrived
not quite
a fortnight
behind
and before I
can speak my mind
she wraps herself
around me
So delightfully
fresh I forget
about time
Everything
is suddenly fine
The wait is over
“Welcome back,
October”

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11 replies »

  1. It’s funny that as I read this, I imagined a door being blown open and a woman as autumn flowing in, her auburn hair and orange-brown dress dropping colorful leaves as she moved… and then I get to the end.. haha! YES!! You wrote this perfectly. I really enjoyed it.

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