winter died

by rickjstassi

Lithe,

aromatic,
lightness of touch.
new breeze upon
stale air affronts.
my soul waits
for moments like these.
roam within winsome sapling
you fragrant gentle wind -
bringing relief to aged
countenance.
take me back
to days gone passed
when spring meant
the eve of longer days
and winter died
in enthusiasm
of laughter and endless
romps in sultry days.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi


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glennlyvers's picture
The language in your poem is outdated, and would have really put me off, except that you included the lines "take me back / to days gone passed" and that punctuated the fact that you selected the dialect to compliment the longing for the past. When I read that, it came together and really opened up this poem for me. It's interesting what you have done here.

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