Summer, here at last.
Long days, sunlight,
Mosquito bites and beaver dams.
Maple creemees, flower gardens,
camping and swimming, under the summer sun.
Climbing trees, s'mores around the campfire,
walking dogs and singing songs.
Posted in response to the challenge Summertime.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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