Summer colour
Thinking about that summer heat
Brings me back
To when
You were present in my world,
Not yet dragged to another
For your premature slumber.
I crave your fire
Your fury.
I want to see orange
So I wake up early to
Catch the day crawl in and
I hold hands with the auburn air.
Pretend you're there.
Martin Elder
Mon 12th Nov 2018 08:21
I particularly love the last stanza which I feel could probably stand as a poem in its own right.
Love it Clara