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Young Summers

by Erin N Hand 6 months ago in nature poetry

From the heat, I learned to long for winter.

Shall I compare youth to a summer day?

When our freedom is so pure and carnal.

And like the month is to the first of May;

to the morning, the day seems eternal.

Sometimes too hot the eye of roses shines

and burns our spirits in these twilight hues.

To stave off the boredom as age declines,

we run through meadows till our feet are bruised.

But our imagined summer shall not fade!

We shall not entertain the cold offense

And in outrage refuse the offered shade,

we’ll pray and rage to pay no consequence.

For one cannot live within this summer;

From the heat, I learned to long for winter.

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Erin N Hand

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