Summers Return

Life has cycles

Summers Return

A lingering kiss,

stolen.

A breath held

suspended as hope

in aspic dreams.

Frozen in a timeline

truncated and fractured

many times,

and upon whose

winter branches

may be hung

filigree feelings

for safekeeping.

Aromas of orange blossom

dance on fragrant airs

to anaesthetise

brittle, glass rasping,

dormant lungs,

and feed lifeblood

frozen by neglect.

And as the sun rises again

a heart beats

to its warmth

and allows heat

to radiate

through fragile skin,

warming chest

and charging

even the most vagrant soul.

 

14/02/17

Reviews

[wordman]

you painted a lovely image john,orange blossoms

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Ron, many thanks.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was charmed by the aromas of orange blossom, dancing on fragrant airs.

...simply engaging to read, John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so very much Kelly

[DIVYA]

Just as Nature, love has its seasons. We blossom, we wilt only to bloom again. Bliss and pain are cyclic.

Beautifully written John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes we must believe in nature and preserve it thank yous Divya.