Summer Itch
Pining for summertime while cold weather lingers...
Stepping softly into cold winter’s night
When trees are just sulking ghosts in the snow
Shadows surround me and the cold wind bites
The Earth and I hold our breath, silence grows
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We two pale sentries will blossom in spring
Having now gone long with none of your heat
Only your red light can happiness bring
When the weather warms and again we meet.
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Yes, on nights like this I long for sunsets
For humid air bathing suntanned bare skin
Just seventeen and in love like the rest
Bottles of whiskey and ready to sin
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The nights will be short, the days just too long
For backseats, big skies and soft cricket songs
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I'm a mom and a teacher and I write about lots of things - sometimes I dabble in poetry. If you like my words, leave me a heart or a tip, or follow me on Twitter @arkansas_scrawl.
About the Creator
L.A. Hancock
I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!
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