Treasure Island

Lauren B Called

(Motown)

Seasons


the warmth of summer promised

in late Winter's sunrise

peeking through my curtains

smiling in my eyes

reminder that the stillness

of this moment too shall pass

busy will return

nothing can hold it back

not a death sentence

but a pause to meet needs

strengthen in cold rest

to resurface again in Spring

Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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