HAIKU: Summer Blossom

Summer Blossom.





 My seclusion, my prison, it is my winter.
 Not my joy, not my summer.
 With a gentle nod, spring is fleeting.
 Old love is fading and its vanishing gazes are not for me.
 Looking for love and needing a new love, where may I find thee
 A new long summer is at the doorstep of my bed.
She is my fresh blossom, before a dark winter.


God bless you


May all be well with thee


DMD



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