Squall

A sudden storm.

Ice dripping from her words

Brought on by the lack of a Summer Sun.

And in her eyes were raindrop tears,

A resurgence of Winter had just begun.

She pointed to her suitcase,

Clad in the colors of Fall,

Then realities lightning struck my chest

And I felt about two feet tall.

Everything became a blur,

And I was damaged to the core,

Then a feathered kiss upon my cheek

As she floated out the door.

Oh, how Winter seized the moment

And pushed aside the clement weather.

I do not believe that it understood,

That goodbye could mean forever.

JE Falcon

2015

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

JE,

I truly enjoyed this piece of your heart set to pen of page as poem which most certainly could easily apply to the weather here in Texas, which is always inclined to sudden and unpredictable change, or also apply to the women born and raised here, who do tend to be a might unpredictable as well ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[JE Falcon]

I do know what you mean, I, having a few born in and around Beeville, way back when. :)

[William Michael Reeves]

I felt like this created a circle. The storm outside started inside after the kiss. And Winter is on her journey around the planet. Excellent double meaning in this poem. The storm as relationship coming to an end. The summer of infatuation gone, now packing her bags. This is what I was just talking about in that comment.

[JE Falcon]

Nature, history, and everything else plays the revolving game. Two dancing the Minuet are like two binary stars that came too close to one another. :)

[Aura]

I honestly feel sad when summer seasons over because then the next 6 months are so cold, until spring. It is like saying goodbye to the sun because winter and fall is so cloudy you wonder where the sun disappeared. Fall knocks on summers door, good bye summer. Enjoyed this read, it's almost summer though!!!

[JE Falcon]

'tis true, summer is upon us once more, but a surprise storm is always possible when dealing with the unknown.

[Aura]

That is so true

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and even if goodbye is not intended to mean forever...the damage is irrepairable ...

and the autumn chokes any thought of spring.
j.

[JE Falcon]

Thanks for the comment, and reading. :)