poem24 Dec 2018 08:02 am
She once was
Winter’s bride to be,
but she gave her heart
to Autumn.
She knows
Winter’s wrath,
his bitter-cold breath,
knows she is bound.
Winter was not pleased
to hear of her betrayal.
So with one icy blast,
he tore a hole in her throat
& then blew out her eyes.
She longs for
sweet September mornings,
sleeping lazy, sleeping late,
the smell of Autumn’s skin,
his dear touch just before
he entered her
with the bounty of
all his knowing.
illustration by Enrique Meseguer, darksouls1 on Pixabay.
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