leaden arch
summer came early,
and left without a trace of goodbye—
as my hands rolled out of yours,
I softly sighed.
tears fell from my eyes in showers
and trickled into a riverbed,
washing away all pollinated flowers.
summer was ours—
now autumn is here
I still hold you near, dearest,
like a baby clutching its mother’s breast.
the crisp ochre leaves
put our bond to the test
and the time we invested,
though short, was not never—
I love you
‘til the sun rises west.
if we make it to winter,
I’ll forge us an igloo
and we can hibernate together
to climb Everest in frost
would be a treacherous endeavour—
but still—
for you,
I will,
I do.
until comes spring.
we will skip along,
strumming and humming,
singing a song
alongside the lake,
surpass all the ache,
and move on to brighter things,
lighter things—
bumblebees and budding trees
and air tinged with promise and peace.
at ease, with grief released
sincerely, yours
sand pond
lapis gulch
final dome
river fox
final depot
meager oasis
ebon wave
hoary merlin
turbid locust
summer dust
wanton bison