Summer
The leaves have fallen
The clouds have snowed
But to your bright smile,
Love, I must abode
The flowers have sprung
The children have played
But in your warm embrace,
Love, I never swayed
The sun is out now
The heat is rising
But the fact that I'm with you,
Love, it shouldn't be surprising
Happy Summer, Besimyr.
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #21 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “Lines.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
