A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

What for did you stand brashly

Still as a godforsaken statue

Peering brokenly

At my not opening door

It was April

Rain was hurling itself down

Desperately onto the Earth

It was the month of indecision

Were you swayed

By that one kiss in tragic October

I wore a red dress

And red lips

Just as the trees did

Celebrating their death

My soul was sleeping

You did not awaken it

Yes, I kissed you there

Under languid autumn skies

As the city closed in on us

And the sky slipped out of its

Night robes and into

Blossoming morning rose

It held no poetic meaning

It bound me not to you

What for did you come

That April morning

I had touched a myriad

Of golden flowers

I wore my mind

Upon my sleeve

I could not open the door

Seasons change

To allow new things

To grow

© 2015 A.A.Romanczuk

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