Rewinding Seasons


Flee they say,

back toward the sun in summer.

Through the thick of winter white and crusted ground,

frigid temperatures reaching outward to brown, yellow, and red leaves once again.

Arise from the earth,

where sweet nothings cling to you and your heart is lost in the dizzy spell,

where you were last seen touching the sand and holding hands,

in the dog days of summer.



via Daily Prompt: Flee


4 Comments Add yours

    1. becketar says:

      Thank you

  1. Gail says:

    Beautiful photo!

    1. becketar says:

      Thank you.

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