In the Springtime WindA Poem by Rana Adalwolfa SimonA lyrical story I wrote for National Poetry Month 2020.Auburn hair with rays of amber dance in the springtime wind. I picture you a dainty thing flutter in my head again. But every memory becomes a scene anew and over again I question if it really could be you. You I see when dreams begin that pretty, supple thing dancing in the springtime wind. I chased you once through camomile the song of your laugh to guide me, and still it carries through the grasses, a mournful dream of mockery. And when I catch a simple glimpse it hurts me all the more. For sometimes your head is onyx or blonde. So now I am not sure what crown you bore upon your head so beautiful and free that danced in the springtime wind. An autumn night took you away where only dreams could find you. And as the years pass over me I take you with me where I go. A fragment of you aging alongside this weary soul, so I will not be left alone and you can remain whole within the depth of a broken mind that preserves you here dancing in the springtime wind. Gown gone grey with streaks of silver running through your fading hair. "Hold out a hand to me, my dear. But smile is all you offer as you spin and I realize now we were never meant to win, you the lass where dreams do end and I the dreamer dancing in the springtime wind. © 2020 Rana Adalwolfa SimonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRana Adalwolfa SimonAboutWriting is both my profession and hobby. I hope to have a novel or two published before I die, hopefully far before then. I enjoy poetry and short stories, and novels are both a personal passion and s.. more..Writing
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