I Stand

Slowly,

I stand, 

simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly

stammering silly sayings,

smiling at the shining sky.


Solemnly, 

I sit,

in the scenes of September, singing

songs of something sad,

stalling the sound of settling souls and severance.


Safely,

I sleep,

in the shimmering snow,

smothered and suffocated by the serpentine suffering,

savoring the shelter from the storm.


Staggering, 

I stand,

steady now on solid soil,

sort of shifting in the sweet spring sun,

starved of the seeds and stems,

and standing now,

standing still.

Posted in response to the challenge Alliteration.

Sunflower

Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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