the shadow side


early spring is the shadow of summer
it is inconsistent
and subject to a random snow
it fears commitment to the sun

buds on the branches
hang shyly in the balance

how i need your summertime
to shine on me
but if ever the skies
refuse to rain
don’t scorch me
in the drought
and come december
don’t leave me

forsake the passage of time

©A. D. Joyce, 2018


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