Waft of rose
On mistral breeze
Sculpted eyebrows
Lift to tease

Hint of glitter
Twist of lace
Suffused sunlight
On her face

Made for warmth
Appears in June
By the autumn
Fit to bloom

Call her Summer
So very shy
I fear for her
As frosts creep nigh

Best away, love
Fragile form
Until next year
I’ll pine forlorn


36 thoughts on “Forlorn”

  1. I am not an expert at reading (decoding) poems. I could feel the softness in the words above, however I am left with a doubt as whos that “her” referred to in the poem? πŸ™‚ I believe sometimes feminine metaphors are used to represent deeper meanings and not addressed to a woman always. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful imagery

  2. Gorgeous, Richard. As Autumn creeps closer and closer, my Heart cries OH NO! My favorite season, spring is here and gone, and now summer is moving into August … *sighs*. Gorgeous write, my friend!!! Love, Amy ❀

  3. Such a lovely and poignant tribute to summer, she is beautiful but so very uncomfortable at times, steaming and storming, so unpredictable. Very lovely Richard.

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