I don’t know how you do it
Achieve such warmth
Such chilliness
In one sentiment
Divide me into hope
And despair
With one casual greeting
Make me soar
And crash down
In one breath
I left my heart
For your safekeeping
But it’s come back home
Weary and forlorn
We unpack it’s little bags
And carefully sort and fold
The lessons learned
Sara Mathews December 2015
Whispers of summer sagas
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Wait for winter messages
Black is the ice!
See the past
Be present
On top
Circle trout
Bubble, bubbles
Holding Summer's secrets
Ah, so beautiful! Thank you!
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