Carleigh Sullivan
Headfirst Their laughter is the rustling of autumn leaves, Their promises of love fresh in the crisp, savory air, The trees shed their colorful coats as the lovers’ pasts disappear. As the snow begins to fall they move forward: hands linked tightly. They can breathe in the sharp winter atmosphere, The world of white brings reassurance to the beginning, Their love is found in the warmth of the fire And in sweet coco kisses. As the snow vanishes they move forward: fingers loosely intertwined. Unspoken words are the spring’s fresh mud, New colors tempt their wandering eyes, The bustling of new life reminds the lovers of their hollowed existence, The bird’s shrill songs echo their raised voices in the impending heat. As vibrant green grass grows beneath their feet they move forward: side by side. The lovers’ anger sizzles like the stifling sun, Their regretful words are insects swarming them in the humidity before the storm, Warm summer rain erases their tears, The stillness of the summer morning brings them clarity. As the leaves begin to turn they move forward: each in their own direction.
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