Waiting.

Simply a short summer poem.


Time and youth

now spent beyond this

season’s birth.

Seeds new-set beneath her

skirts await the turning 

once again.

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stormwolf

Hi Sue,
You have learned how to prune your work down to a fine art. There is great skill in such very short poems done correctly.
There is a strong feeling of philosophical reflection in this. Even a certain surrender…
Excellent work.

Alison x

mikeverdi

I much enjoyed this one, I’m so pleased you continue to write. I know at times you have found it hard, but there seems to be a contentment in you now of sorts. You have found yourself in poetry, a place where you are appreciated, a place where you belong.
Mike XxX