The cotton candy sky above the highway wasn’t as pretty
as your hand on my wrist, when you told me I was flawless
You’d be at the door in one of your gray shirts
Damp hair and clean shaven
I thought you only smiled at me that way
The flowers bursted and the warm air pat me on the back
when I had enough, when I was finally brave
June wasn’t right without love; the longest days of the year
Autumn’s crisp breath is sweeping away what is left of August
Green skies are folding the days early
You were like Winter
Fresh and cozy
Different—no two snowflakes are alike
You were cold
And you’re getting close to me, again
I like this poem. You use many sensory words and interesting images. Did you link on to the poetry calendar?
Thank you, Denise! I emailed them and asked to be on the list. I haven’t heard back.
I like this poem. “green skies are folding the days early, were my favorite lines.”
Thank you! I’m quite proud of that line!
I love this poem, Nicole. x
Thank you. That makes me very happy! 🙂
Any time. It reminds me of when I was small and I used to buy candfloss outside school