Stranger Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A stranger approached today
so charming and brilliant.
Shining me on, he was;
knew he would only disappear
to leave me awash
in more tears.

He played his games
peeking in and out
from behind clouds of mystery
but I stayed away from his deception;
offered no reception
to such a fleeting lover.

I can wait for steadier arms to enfold me
when cold malice is through;
I can still dream
of deliciously warm summer days
even as I stand here again
in the rain.