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Summer Weather

She was found to be hiding out beneath the Summer weather
A brush of purple silken feather touching sunset splendors in the Fall
If someone spoke her name just shrug one velvet shoulder bare as flame
Lamp lit late night burning leaves stirring long lost aching memories
Perhaps her arms were as the trees bending down to cradle you
Into the forever deep embrace, there was a place where dancing shadows threw
Castles like dice of kingdom come across the face of Sun and Moon
Where you feed on light and wait for dreams and Night confiding,
She was found to be hiding out,
Beneath the Summer Weather . . .




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-14 at 01:52

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