WE ARE SEASONS

Spring sun sweet on skin

that still recalls the rain,

(it is not just raindrops that fall)

drunk is the forest beneath

those blood red moons

(blind are we to the fires we started).

Will you swim through the shadow

to beat away these bitter blues?

Beauty is a ship of summer symphony,

we are whispers to be worshiped

before our season stops to sing.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly with the help of the magnetic poetry oracle.

7 thoughts on “WE ARE SEASONS

  1. SpindoctorUSA

    Love the “magnet” letters.
    Your poem somehow has a fresh power when read on that intimate tablet of the fridge.
    Beautifully done!

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you very much, it’s become my lunch break time out thing to do. It’s just magnetic poetry online and works exactly like fridge magnets and sparks creativity, best wishes, damien

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