9am

Golden sunlight shivered

in the pale rose sky

then shattered with gusts of wind,

squishy cheeked blows

scattering light and silver trim

left dangling from forlorn clouds

into a whirlpool of blue

blushing pink.

Frost stretched lazily past

my toes, sinking into dew jewels

and blades of Winter’s heartache

the seat, shrouded in shadow trees

reached out for lovers

to call its own,

and it was there,

we found our home.

 

 

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