She has broken into springtime
all bloom...
Golden days & daisy smile
I watch through streaming rays,
Pollen dust shaking from her hair
as she twirls, runs,
Dancing.
Each spin taking her further
Farther from my reach
And I suddenly am autumn
Turning.
Trying to stretch my bare-branched fingers
Across the growing winter
To pull her back to me
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